Narrative Essay On Mother's Death

Death is final with no point of return and extremely painful for the ones left behind to grieve. This was especially true for me when I lost my mother. Losing her was one of the most difficulty experiences in my life because I was not prepared for her death. Looking back on the situation, there was nothing for which to prepare; she was only fifty-one years old. I knew her health was not the best; however, the diagnosed health problems were not what killed her. Occurring without warning, her untimely death was devastating. Just like that – gone forever. The realization hit me square in the face – she was no longer on earth, and life as I knew it would never be the same. As a result of her death, my siblings and I no longer had a mother …show more content…
However, I do recall a feeling of comfort seeing the chapel full of family and friends paying tribute to my mother. The service was standing room only. Despite already knowing, seeing everyone there solidified what an incredible woman she was and how many people she touched while here on this earth. For anyone who would allow, my mother showed love and compassion. No one ever had to guess where they stood with my mom – they knew. Growing up, all of our friends called her “Mama T” because she mothered so many. None of that changed as we grew older, especially when she became a grandmother. Any time the grandkids were around, at least one of them was sitting in her lap enjoying the love from their Nana. These were just some of the wonderful words spoken during her funeral …show more content…
My siblings and I have experienced the last 14 years without the ability to pick up the phone and call – just to talk. Sharing our important moments is no longer an option. Even though considerable time has passed, some days, the loss is still as painful as it was then. Often times, my nieces and nephews will reminisce about the times they shared with her growing up. The one thing they commonly relay is the love they felt from her. She always made sure they knew how much she loved them. For my dad, losing a life partner was extremely difficult, as I learned firsthand watching him trying to overcome those struggles. Having to learn a new “normal” without her there was now facing him every day. He has since remarried and lives a happy life. Even though he has found a way to pick up the pieces and move forward, he will never forget the life he had with my mother. All of our lives were hugely impacted that day. She was then and is still sorely missed by everyone who knew