Death Of My Life-Personal Narrative

I used to think ghosts and the afterlife didn 't exist. Then my cousin died. Now I believe in them. I was never really close to anyone when I was a kid. I used to be shy, made a few friends during school, but at home I’d always be with family or by myself. I wasn’t incredibly close to my siblings either. We would play together and be around each other all the time, but they were older than me and had a lot of their own friends. My cousin on the other hand was the oldest. She was older than all my siblings and was the oldest cousin I had that was always around. I would always look up to her and always be around her and try to spend time with her. She was a very well-liked person; she was one of the popular girls in a good way. She would always …show more content…
This tore my family apart and we were all very emotional. We heard from a cop in my family that something had happened, we all gathered at my house waiting. The waiting was the worst part. It was as if time had slowed down. Like we were just listening to a clock tick away the seconds until we could learn what happened. Then the news came. The car my cousin had been riding in went around a curve too fast and lost control, it rolled half way down the street. We were told the car rolled at least a dozen times. The smashing of metal against the ground with each roll and the car smashing mailboxes beyond recognition along the way. She was killed immediately by the impact because she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. The car had a sunroof and she was catapulted out of it and over to a street light. She was over fifty feet away from where the car abruptly stopped. The moment my family heard the news that she was gone we all broke down in tears. It didn’t hit me right away; it took a while. But that day changed my family’s life …show more content…
They described in some detail what happened and released the name and picture of my cousin and the driver. But they had made a mistake. Instead of putting my cousins name Kyla Ann Dowell. They accidentally put my name, Kalee Ann Dowell. The mistake was fixed shortly after that, but it still made me even more sad. We had shared a lot. Not only our middle name and similar first names. But also the love of animals, playing games together indoors and outdoors, and the love of sports. As I began to get older I began to learn more and more about death, the after life, whether or not ghosts were real. Being a young kid and figuring out what death was is pretty scary, and it still is scary. One day we will all die, it is inevitable, what happens after that isn 't necessarily up to you or anybody else. This is still my biggest fear, dying and still unsure if I will continue in the afterlife. There were parts of me that didn 't believe there was an afterlife, and parts of me that believed there was. As life goes on I see more and more signs that there is