What Does It Mean To Be Young Essay

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When you’re young, it never crosses your mind that you’re going to lose a lot of things in life: friends, pets, family members, or even parents. Although this seems like, and is, a sad and serious topic, I’ve learned to make the most of the loss in life. My parents were a lot older than most parents having a child when they had me. My mom always told me I was a “surprise” and I always got offended because it sounded like she meant it as a bad thing. They weren’t really prepared at all to have another kid, being 40 and 41 and having their last child about to leave home, just to have to raise another one. Being that my mom was 41 when I was born obviously the stress of having a baby put her body through a lot more than it was prepared to go …show more content…
That was pretty much all she could do without being in pain. She had a number of things wrong with her. All of the serious pain medication she was on was deteriorating her mind, so half of the time the things she would say to my dad and I didn’t make sense. Because neither of us knew what to do or how to handle it, we would get so angry when she would say things that didn’t make sense. It sounds insensitive and mean now that I’m thinking about it, but being in that moment and not knowing what to do or how to make her better was frustrating and exhausting. There were times where she would do things that were weird and scary to me, and I wouldn’t know what to do since my dad worked a lot. Once, when I was 12 or 13, it was a Monday night and my dad was working. My mom usually stayed in the living room and I stayed in my room, because I didn’t want to deal with her or get angry. I came out of my room to talk to her, and she wasn’t in the living room. I looked all around the house and I couldn’t find her, so by this time I was freaking out. I called my dad and told him to come home because I couldn’t find mom, and when he came home he found her outside standing in the yard. That was one of the worst memories I have of her like that. It just continuously got worse from there. Some days were better than others. Sometimes she was okay, and acted like her normal self, but other days she was so depressed and out of it. October 28th, 2013 was the day that all of her pain and suffering went away. It was the most shocking and traumatizing thing that I’ve ever been through, especially at 15 years old. That whole week I was out of school and I was in a haze through pretty much all of it. I wouldn’t wish losing a parent upon

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