What Is Unwritten Essay

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My mother passed away on January 2, 2011. Needless to say, 2011 was the worst year of my life. I struggled with so many things. I was left with my step dad since he and my mother were married for so long. I was now a thirteen year old with no mother. I was put in the middle of custody battle, and spent a lot of time in court. Naturally, I rebelled. I did some really idiotic things that sadly affect some aspects of my life to this day. I was a sad, young teen who was lonely, and very, very lost. I took a lot of thing out on myself. "Unwritten" is about realizing the little moments, which I had really wished I would have picked up on when I was younger, right after she passed. I wished that I would have spent more time with my mom. I went out …show more content…

I now see what she saw in the lyrics of "Unwritten". I know how important each and everyday is. It is very easy to take things for granted. Her love for this song is something that I will carry with me through my whole life. It really is a motto to live by, and I strongly believe that everyone should hear this song and really analyze it and appreciate it. We never know what our future holds. As a woman living with breast cancer, my mother knew that it could spread and end her life quickly, but she never let it hold her back. She was motivated to write her own future, her own story. Throughout her life that was cut short, she really did make the most of it. She raised awareness about breast cancer, and any cancer in general. She raised so much money for the Susan G. Komen Women 's Breast Cancer Research Fund. She even held her own events and donated all of the money to cancer research. She did so many amazing things when she could, however, it was not all happy times when she was alive. She got very sick at times and would just lay in bed, and she hated that. Looking back now, I see how driven she was. She would put on Natasha Bedingfield, sit up, and eventually get up and move around. No matter how sick she was, if I needed something she would get up and do it. She loved me more than anything, and I am so grateful for

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