Personal Narrative Essay: My Journey To The House

I left the reserve to seek the house of my great-grandchild that I would soon pass the medicine bag onto. I left after his family and him had come for a visit and in that time I had not realized how lonely I had gotten by myself. So I set off for 3 reasons, the first was to find my only living family. The second was because it had become my time and I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker everyday. Finally, the third was to pass on the sacred family tradition of the medicine bag. During my journey to find reach the house of my relatives, I faced many adversities. I started at the rosebud reservation in South Dakota and I had to travel to Salem Massachusetts. I rode a bus for 2 and a half days, cramped and disgusted with people coming and going all the time. Once I had finally arrived in Salem, I was stiff from the long ride and decided to walk the rest of the way. But I had underestimated how hard the walk would really be when you are old and weak, so I stopped to rest on the steps of a building. There a friendly police man had found me and escorted me to a local bus stop where I again had to ride the awful bus. I was taken to Bell View Drive, the street where my great-grandson lived and got off the bus to …show more content…
I had felt confident and proud with Martin now keeping the medicine bad and I knew that he would not let me down. I told him to replace the sacred sage from the prairie in the reserve and to wear the medicine bag at that time along with any other times at the reserve, knowing that he was timid and a little embarrassed to wear it in front of his friends. I had then sent him away knowing that it was about my time and that I was getting too tired and weak to have any further conversations with him. So he left. As I watched Martin walk out of the room for the last time, the only thing I felt was satisfaction knowing that the medicine bag was in good