Personal Narrative: How Death Changed My Life

Death changes a person. Things can go from completely fine to everything crumbling around you so fast leaving you questioning everything you ever knew. Three years ago my mom's brother was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer. That changed our whole family. He was 39 years old and given a death sentence. Seeing your mom cry every single day changes you. It was the hardest year and a half for our entire family. We prayed and prayed but it just wasn’t enough. We knew the end was coming but there was no way we could be prepared for something so deplorable. Two years must have been too much to ask for, because he didn’t even last that long. We have never been a religious family. I’ve been to church, but just with friends or other family. My uncle on the other hand, was the most religious person I knew. He was a youth pastor. Their family was the type to go to church every Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday. Their lives revolved around …show more content…
I remember everything so vividly and it has changed me greatly. How can you be happy seeing your mom so sad? How can you be happy knowing that there isn’t another outcome but death for someone you love dearly? Sad was an understatement. 11-1-15 and 12-7-15 are dates that will always hold a special place in my heart. I was still mourning Devo when the inevitable happened. Being with him the last few days made me realize a lot. I saw the ghost of a person. Someone who could no longer walk, or talk. The outline of what once had been, now crippled, small, and dying. All of this had happened in the blink of an eye. It made me appreciate life so much more. You never know when something can be taken from you. You never know when it’s too late. I am not the same person I once was, that person is dead. Gone. I have learned to cherish my family and never take anything for granted. My uncle left behind a wife and three kids. Their family has been in my thoughts ever