It was June 28, 2014, the day of my Quinceanera, the day I had been waiting for since I turned fourteen. After several months of planning and practicing the dances, my big day was finally here. I woke up early in the morning to shower and wait for the makeup and hair stylist to arrive. I was tired. I hadn't been getting much sleep due to the last minute details and being too excited to even worry about sleep. Outside, it was looking like a beautiful day to have a party. The sun was shining, the sky was bright, and the bees were buzzing around. I honestly wouldn’t have noticed the bees, but while I was outside packing my mom’s trunk, one stung me right on the calf. To this day I still see it as a sign. The pain of the bee sting was irrelevant
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I decided to leave town for the remainder of the summer and stayed with family in Riverside. I didn’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, or have any questions asked. Although it sounded like a good way to escape from reality, I found myself not having anyone to talk to. They didn’t know the boys, they didn’t feel the pain I was feeling. Half of the time I would hide the fact that I was crying by acting like I was asleep. It was a good way to not get involved in the negativity that was going around back home. Although I do feel guilty for leaving because my parents had to deal with them being blamed for the accident as well and that really affected them …show more content…
A life without them. When the accident first happened, and even months after that, I felt like I was stuck in a cycle of negativity, sadness and guilt. Time doesn’t stop, but time does help to heal. I’ve learned to accept that things happen, and at times we have no power over changing what’s already in Gods hands. Dealing with the loss of three important people in my life all at once was challenging to say the least, and I would never wish it upon anyone. This loss helped me learn more about myself and how strong I really am. I also learned that although I felt like my life was going to end, or I wished it would end, I am still here for a reason. If that only reason is to guide and comfort other people who lose loved ones and share one of my stories with them to encourage them and show that life really does go on, then I’m happy with
I decided to leave town for the remainder of the summer and stayed with family in Riverside. I didn’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, or have any questions asked. Although it sounded like a good way to escape from reality, I found myself not having anyone to talk to. They didn’t know the boys, they didn’t feel the pain I was feeling. Half of the time I would hide the fact that I was crying by acting like I was asleep. It was a good way to not get involved in the negativity that was going around back home. Although I do feel guilty for leaving because my parents had to deal with them being blamed for the accident as well and that really affected them …show more content…
A life without them. When the accident first happened, and even months after that, I felt like I was stuck in a cycle of negativity, sadness and guilt. Time doesn’t stop, but time does help to heal. I’ve learned to accept that things happen, and at times we have no power over changing what’s already in Gods hands. Dealing with the loss of three important people in my life all at once was challenging to say the least, and I would never wish it upon anyone. This loss helped me learn more about myself and how strong I really am. I also learned that although I felt like my life was going to end, or I wished it would end, I am still here for a reason. If that only reason is to guide and comfort other people who lose loved ones and share one of my stories with them to encourage them and show that life really does go on, then I’m happy with