Personal Narrative-Shy's First Funeral

Shy’s First Funeral
“What’s going on?” I said as my mother, Anitra, came closer to me. ‘Shy, I have some terrible news for you honey.” “What is it?” I asked as I put my head down. “Your father passed away yesterday. I’m so sorry baby!” She lied on the bed crying as I ran out of the room to play outside with my sister and cousins. I ran, jumped, and flipped on the trampoline as my family watched from the porch analyzing to see if I was responding well to the news I had just received. Meanwhile, she already had a plan set in motion. As I walked into the house, she decided to tell me how my father died. She went on about late last night, raining and a motorcycle race.
I was told that it was raining and Frank, my father, had decided to race one of his friends. He was on his motorcycle and his friend was in a car. As they started to proceed down the street, a problem unfolded: there on the left side of the street was a parked eighteen wheeler. South Carolina has certain laws regarding the parking of eighteen wheelers in rural areas, and this this was one of them. As he continued down the street, he tried to steer clear of the massive truck, but …show more content…
I cut off communication with most of my family and friends. When my grades started to slip, my mom knew something was going on with me mentally. I denied it as much as I could but even I could sense a change in me. A few days later, I began going to therapy. It helped knowing that there was someone I could talk to who wouldn’t judge me. I talked about how I felt about my father’s death, and previous events that made me feel upset. The therapy was working until my therapist moved away to California. After my last session I immediately felt alone again. I didn’t feel comfortable talking to my own mother, therefore I began to put my feelings on paper. Whenever I felt saddened I would write for hours. To this day I still write my feelings down in a