I visited the hospital regularly and this was very overwhelming, although I kept this opinion to myself, as it meant that I got to see my …show more content…
I would box up all of my emotions so that my sister could rely on me and this somewhat helped me get through my dad’s treatment. I also became very mature within the two years of all this chaos and I believed that I grew up faster than a kid my age should have. I felt the need to protect Mia and shelter her from this cruel new world. This sometimes became very difficult to do and put a huge amount of obligation on my shoulders. I had my own worries and thoughts to process also. Thankfully, my boyfriend made life easier as he was my rock and support person. He was always there when I needed …show more content…
I was 17 years old and just about to start my HSC. I was full of grief and felt as if I would never breathe again. But I did and as I found out, life goes on. I can honestly say that at the age of 17 I really knew my dad and I’m not sure if this made the grieving worse or better. Either way he was still gone.
I channelled my grief into getting into Wollongong University to pursue my dream of being a Primary school teacher. I felt trapped in this town and I was ready for the next step in my life. Although I didn’t get the mark I was aiming for, perhaps due to my heart still grieving and my head being elsewhere, I did manage to get into a social science course. This would allow me into a pathway into my dream course. I moved to Wollongong and got a place at Campus East, where I began to start a new chapter in my life, knowing that my dad will always be in my heart.
From this unfortunate experience I have learnt a valuable lesson that life is short and that people must embrace what they have in front of them. I have learnt that it is okay to seek help and that having someone to lean on does not make you weak. Also I have learnt that life must go on and dreams are out their ready to be