Personal Narrative: Pain Of Suffering

I never understood how people handle the pain of losing a love one and how difficult the suffering would be for a person. On my part I felt they pain, and love, but never understood it. The first time I ever experience this kind of hurt is when my mother died, I never knew that losing her would cost me a lot of unbearable fear, that’s when I started understanding others pain of losing someone they loved. I have tried to explain this pain I feel, but this nothing in this world that can cover the hurt I feel about my dear mother. I could not take on all this suffering, it started tearing me apart, one minute I’m happy, the next tears are running down my face every time I think of her. I said, maybe time could ease my pain, but I would soon see …show more content…
As I was sitting there I start to thinking about reality, as it was; sitting there I was day dreaming of her and all she did for me. On the outside I look like I was happy, and on the inside I was turn up, no one could every see the pain I hide. Then I started feeling empty in side and realize I have no more parents. So when my mother died a part of me died with her. I have never been so devastation in my life; because my father died before I was born, so I never felt that kind of hurt before.
I will never let go of my mother’s memory. I see her every time I look in the mirror, I smell her sweet perfume and the scent is light but very pleasant, and her laugh was the most beautiful laugh I ever heard. My mother was a Godly woman, you can tell by being around her, she had a calmness about. My mom was the only person to show me love and she was my best friend. She was there to help me tie my first shoes. She was there to teach me how to love, smile, and …show more content…
I was taught by her and I knew I had the same personality as she did. As a child she gave me everything I needed and wanted, I was a spoil child. This woman helped me with my confidence when I didn’t have confidence in myself.
When my mother passed away, a year ago, I started going into a depressed stage. I didn’t want to move on without her, I started changing to this person, I didn’t even know. Everything started going downhill for me, I quit college, I stop going out of the house, and I wouldn’t talk to anyone. It seem like my whole world has falling apart.
One day I started getting all her things together and I would dress up like her and take pictures of me, so I can make a PowerPoint of us with music in the background, I would add her favorite songs to it. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I would cry all day and all night thinking of her and her beautiful