The Most Important Person Of My Life Essay
Now I can say with certainty that I had never understood others suffering from unbearable loss of a dear person. For my part it used to be pity, compassion. When this happened to me, when my dear mother died, I started to understand all those people who lost someone they loved. There are perhaps no proper words to describe this pain, at least none used on this planet. This intolerable pain which tears you apart, which is like a stone on your heart, and which make tears run down your face with each recollection of the dear person who passed away. Time is unlikely to soothe this hurt, no matter what others say.
Every morning I still wake up thinking that she is there drinking her tea in the room, watching her favorite shows. Then suddenly the truth comes rushing up to me and I realize that it is just a dream hanging around me still, and a cold despair fall upon me. Despite my apparent peace and happiness, I feel empty inside. My mother’s death was a really bad experience I’ve passed through. It was the most devastating loss in my life.
The memory of my mother will follow me wherever I go, and however far tinting my dreams with a gentle scent of her perfume and the shimmering glow of her laugh. My mother had a clam charisma and a soothing aura around her. She was there to show me my first love and my first friend. She was there when I made my first steps. She taught me to smile and laugh.
Moreover, my mother listened to all my fears and…