Personal Narrative: A Modern Day Lydia Deetz

I grew up knowing death too well. I was sort of like a modern day Lydia Deetz. Both my parents were morticians and they recall me talking to corpses and singing to the stillborns. I of course didn’t marry a demon but I did happen to wear a lot of black and fully understand death and both it’s beauty and it’s curse. My real father died when I was eight and up until then I believed that death couldn’t poison my life the way it did the lives of the clients that walked in and out the doors of my step father’s funeral home. I had never attended a funeral of someone I knew or actually knew someone that had died. At the age of eight my sheltered life had changed within a matter of six months.
My real father was the love of my mother’s life and when he died it shook her to the core. She was 16 when he asked her to marry him and he swept her off her feet and showed her things she had dreamed of. Their first date was a Led Zeppelin concert. My mom was 14 and my dad was 16. She thought he was the coolest guy ever, and he was. My dad was so handsome, funny, and intelligent. He understood life and that children were precious and needed to be put first. When they finally were married he bought my mom a house and promised they would never let anything come between them. …show more content…
It was an innocent game that had gone horribly wrong. My mom asked how many women my dad had relations with. My dad started crying and told my mother about how he had slept with both of her sisters and impregnated one of them during their marriage. My mom didn’t believe him at first. All the love she had felt before turned into confusion instantly. She couldn’t do this. My mother has such a bad way of dealing with stress. She just checks out and that’s what happened after he had told her what he had done. For two years they tried to fix everything. My mom tried her hardest to just forget and my creation was an attempt to save the