Death. It's something that we've all got to come to terms with. Subconsciously, we all know that everyone dies eventually but that doesn't make the reality of it any easier to face. Many people I have loved have fallen victim to the Grim Reaper. For some, my Papa, for example, the news that they had passed away came from nowhere but for others, like my Granda, I watched them deteriorate for a while. No matter how I've come to cross paths with death it's never been easier.
The first time I remember losing someone was when I was only four. My Great Uncle Edward meant the world to me, even though I was very young I have many fond memories of him. From eating porridge together in the mornings to helping my mum clean his …show more content…
The few memories I have of him I'll cherish forever and I appreciate how special he made our time together. He was so full of life that I grew up believing he was a unicorn, well part unicorn anyway. I was oblivious to the fact that what I was told was his "horn" was actually a tumour. Although deep down I knew he wasn't a unicorn I chose to accept it. I will forever be thankful for how he spared my feelings and created a secret world that we could share. I loved every moment that I spent with him and I now know just how precious time …show more content…
It feels like nothing will ever be the same again, and it isn’t. But as the days go by you begin to realise that your life has to go on. It may feel like the world has stopped turning, but, in reality, it hasn’t. You need to pick yourself up and appreciate what you’ve got. I now realise the value of my life. I try not to take things for granted which, don’t get me wrong, can be hard for a teenager. Whether it's appreciating my mum and all she does for me or being thankful for the quality of life I lead. It’s hard to find a positive side to someone dying but as I’ve grown and matured I’ve realised that there is no upside to death but there is undoubtedly, something to be