Personal Narrative: Willy Loman's Death Of A Salesman

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We are here today under unfortunate circumstances. My father, Willy Loman took his own life several days ago. We end up asking ourselves, why did you have to leave us? He was indeed an extremely stressed man between work, and family. Father had grown to be the age of 63. He was a hard working man and had accomplished many things in his life. I remember he always did everything he could for his family and we will forever be grateful. Unfortunately he could not see his accomplishments. Growing up my father taught me everything I know. I remember him working on the house every Sunday. I being the child I was would always attempt to lend a hand even if it was only handing him a screwdriver. One Sunday he would be working on the stoop, the next week fixing up the cellar, after that maybe adding a few finishing touches to the porch. There was always some addition to make the house better. My mother would always say “there’s more of him in that front …show more content…

He had this job as long as I can remember. This job was his passion he found so much enjoyment in it. When I was nothing but a small boy I would wait anxiously at the door for his arrival. I would even miss him so bad at times I would drag my pillow and blanket to the door and fall asleep. When he would return I would hear marvelous stories on where he was, the people he met, and the things he saw. I would go to school and tell everybody how amazing my father was and all the things he did; I truly looked up to him. Unfortunately after many years his job had become rather repetitive and took a toll on his aging body. No matter how exhausted he was he always did the job of a salesman. In the short time preceding his death my father went to ask for a different position where he wouldn’t travel so much. In the end he was declined and lost his temper, resulting with the lost of the job he had loved for many

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