Personal Narrative: A Mother's Loss Of A Child

You never think that it will happen to you, losing a sibling. When your mom tells you that she’s pregnant you think that the baby will come home with you. You don’t think that your baby brother or sister will be buried six feet in the ground in a tiny porcelain white box. You never think it will happen to you. . . As a second grader you don’t think about the big picture, you focus more on the exciting little details. When the phone rings in your classroom and your teacher says, ‘’Kennedy, gather your things and make your way to the office,’’ you think that’s a good thing. You don’t care about why, all you care about is that you get to leave school early. When I arrived in the office I was escorted to a back room where a couple of educators gave me and my brother a vague outline of what was going on. Only being eight years old it’s kind of hard to grip your mind around your mom …show more content…
I was amazed by how many friends and family came. It was almost scary how many tears were shed, no one could comfort one another, at that point the pain was too grave. I just sat in the corner soaking in the sadness and hoping no one ever had to feel this feeling again. When everyone had left and it was just mom, dad, Cooper, Dane and myself in the room. We talked about if we were to attempt to have Dane try to live it would be very risky and he would have many complications. We decided it wouldn’t be fair to have him be the one who has to suffer through the pain. That didn’t make letting go any easier. I was the last one who got to hold him before he was taken away. The nurse came in many times and asked if we were ready to let him go, I answered for everyone with a ‘no’ many times. My family had to convince me that it was time for him to go. I don’t think I’ve ever been in that much pain in my lifetime. It’s not easy to let go, it never is, especially letting go of someone so special and close to