Personal Narrative: The Reality Of Death

The Reality of Death.
It was a beautiful, yet chilly day in Grand Rapids. It was the morning after my father’s wedding, and my sister Amanda, her friend Kailyn, my girlfriend Olivia, and I were all laughing with each other just minutes after waking up. It was just a typical day, we went upstairs, had a vegan-made breakfast of tofu scramble, and talked about what we liked from the after party. I loved all the positivity and satisfaction that instantly filled every room. My father and his new fiance Eleanor, came to the kitchen looking rather worn out. We could argue it was the hangover. After breakfast, Olivia, Amanda, Kailyn, and I all went back to the basement. We sat on our phones, laughed about memories from the prior night, and looked …show more content…
I could feel the tension and negativity fill the air already. After answering, she immediately ran and sat by a wall bursting into tears. She was the first to receive the news that my Aunt had passed away. This was one of the worst things I could have been told, for obvious reasons. With all the sudden emotions filling me up, I dashed to the back bedroom and started to cry. Olivia came back to comfort me for a few minutes. After letting my emotions out for a few minutes, I thought to myself I should be in there comforting my sister. So I did what any good brother would do; I sucked it up, and walked into the other room where Amanda was sitting. I gave her a huge hug, and told her we can get through this. She looked and sounded like she was losing her mind, so I knew that the worst thing I could do was break down in front of her. Pushing back these emotions for my family was hard, but I knew it had to be done to help them heal from the loss, I could worry about myself later. I held my Aunt Donna near and dear to my heart, as did many of my family members. She was a very easy going, kind hearted person, with a great deal of love to give. She never spoke up to anyone, and never seemed to have a harsh thing to