Personal Narrative: How Death Changed My Life

A death of someone is never easy to handle, especially when it’s someone you truly care about. Growing up, the subject of death was never really concealed from me. My parents were very upfront about it and taught me that it is part of life. I have experienced multiple deaths throughout my years, both of family and nonfamily members, but only 4 of them really impacted me and taught me lessons. I wouldn’t say that these experiences of death has made me numb to it, but has shaped the way that I handle and look at death. The first death that I ever experienced was when I was four years old. It was of someone who was not blood related, but was still considered as family. He was my neighbor and I knew him as my grandpa. He died on his front yard while he was mowing his lawn. I remember seeing him faced down on the lawn, his body purple, and his hands still gripped to the running lawn mower that was still on. I wasn’t sure what was going on until my mom told me. She was honest and told me that my grandpa died and that he was going to watch …show more content…
The death of my aunt really broke me down. Her death was caused by medical malpractice. She was getting surgery done and the surgeon punctured her heart and tried to cover it with gauze in hopes that it was stop the bleeding, but it resulted to her death. This made me scared of going to the doctors. I would think that I would die if I went to the doctor, because of her death. Not only was I scared, but also I was very sad. Her death was the first time I shed a tear over a death. I was in denial about it and I tried to hide it, because everyone else was so good about hiding it and I thought we were not allowed to show it. I learned that it was okay to cry and to cry as long as I needed to, but I would need to accept it one day. Again, I was told she was going to be watching over me. It did bring comfort to me and I started praying to