The day my dad died had a big affect on me because it helped with shaping me into the person I am today. Ten days after my 4th birthday I would’ve never thought that I would lose the one person that meant and still means the most to me. The pain of the the lost still burdens me to this day. But I have learned how to keep pushing forward with my day to day life with a big smile on my face because I now know that everything will be alright. As long as I don’t dwell on the past I can focus on my bright future. One morning as I was doing my daily routine of getting ready for school, my father decided to help me get ready this time. It was out the ordinary to me, but I just went along with it. By the time that I was ready for the bus, my mother
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There was police cars, cars from family, neighbors, even people that I didn’t know. The ambulance men were rushing in and out the house, and people were crying and holding each other. I was so confused and afraid, but I kept on my trail to the front door of the house. I saw my mother and brother holding each other, but it wasn’t for a happy reason. I hadn’t realized that they were crying. The sight that I saw inside the house will haunt me forever. A four year old girl should never have to witness such a thing, but it’s sad to say that some have witnessed worse than …show more content…
When we weren’t, we were only dealing with the loss of our father. I dealt with it by not talking for a while. My brother dealt with it by acting out which didn’t help my mother at all. People decided to start blaming my mother for my father’s death, they even went as far as saying that she killed him herself but, we knew that it wasn’t possible. My brother and I had to grow up a lot quicker than we were supposed to help my mom out. Eventually, we had gotten better with dealing with it, but what I never understood was why. Why did he do it? Why did he choose ten days after my birthday? The only thing I know is that I will never get the answers to my
There was police cars, cars from family, neighbors, even people that I didn’t know. The ambulance men were rushing in and out the house, and people were crying and holding each other. I was so confused and afraid, but I kept on my trail to the front door of the house. I saw my mother and brother holding each other, but it wasn’t for a happy reason. I hadn’t realized that they were crying. The sight that I saw inside the house will haunt me forever. A four year old girl should never have to witness such a thing, but it’s sad to say that some have witnessed worse than …show more content…
When we weren’t, we were only dealing with the loss of our father. I dealt with it by not talking for a while. My brother dealt with it by acting out which didn’t help my mother at all. People decided to start blaming my mother for my father’s death, they even went as far as saying that she killed him herself but, we knew that it wasn’t possible. My brother and I had to grow up a lot quicker than we were supposed to help my mom out. Eventually, we had gotten better with dealing with it, but what I never understood was why. Why did he do it? Why did he choose ten days after my birthday? The only thing I know is that I will never get the answers to my