Personal Narrative: A Mother's Death?

It was just a few days before the start of sophomore year and everything seemed splendid. I was enthusiastic to be one year closer to graduation and seeing all my friends that I hadn’t seen all summer. But little did I know, that life was about to become weird, confusing, and awkward. That day is not a day that I will forget anytime soon. My mom sat us down, said she had to tell us something. I thought she was going to tell us that someone had died. Turns out someone did die, in a sense. Uncle Roger had decided that he was a woman stuck in a man’s body and he was finally, at the age of sixty-five, going to do something about it. My uncle had died and in his place was a woman named Antarie.
At first I couldn’t comprehend what my mom was telling me, she was crying so much. She read us the e-mail that he had sent out to the …show more content…
This was just all of a sudden thrown at us and we had no time to prepare for it. My sister and I had a hard time with it and I don’t think my brother truly understood what was going on until we met him as a woman for the first time. It is especially difficult for my dad and grandpa. My whole family has pretty conservative views, but they are taking it the hardest. Maybe it’s because they are kind of the men of the family or just the fact that they don’t accept what he did. My dad doesn’t like going to family functions anymore because he doesn’t want to see him and have to talk to him. I still refer to him as a man because he is. He is just a guy with breast implants. Simply put, he’s just a drag queen.
He’s been a woman now for a couple years. I’m still never fully prepared to see him. I don’t think my family will ever get used to him or forgive him for what he did. I like to think that we have accepted that this is the way things are going to be and that we can’t do anything about it and moved on, but we won’t ever forget what he did to our