The Importance Of Tragedy In My Life

There usually comes a point in our lives where we experience a tragic event or loss, whether it happens to us or the person we care about it still has a typically large impact on our lives. However, many of us still don’t believe it will happen in our lives or are prepared when it does occur. Tragedy is never easy to deal with because even if it doesn’t bring death, it can still have serious implications on life, and tragic events can really put life into perspective. It was February 4th, 2011, a Friday. It seemed like just another normal day until 3:10 rolled around. I was in the far left corner of Mrs. Hagin’s biology class, sitting on the familiar slate top tables that were always cool to the touch, acting like a clown and talking with …show more content…
He was around all the time because he was not allowed to work. My relationship with my Papa really became closer through this tragedy than I had ever imagined. We were now constantly talking and doing things together. The fact that I chose to spend my summers living with him and my Maw-Maw who I was already extraordinarily close to also helped. Of course he still had the regular doctor’s visits that took away from our time together but for the most part he was always home. I knew the kind of active person he was so I also began to go outside and work on things around the house with him frequently when I visited. My assistance was very appreciated and welcomed because as much as he didn’t want to accept the fact that he was physically unable to do the amazing, somewhat un-humanly things for someone his size that he used to do anymore. Now we were spending hours working, talking or teaching one another things. This was something I had never experienced before and I loved it. We made many memories after his heart attack. One time I remember very well was the hot summer day he taught me how to use the bush hog on the tractor. A bush hog is basically a large lawn mower deck with two large blades that attaches to the back of a tractor. It didn’t take me long to get the hang of bush hogging but we spent all day together and I mowed all the grass on the 42 acres he owned. This may seem like something simple to have such a happy memory about but we had never really spent that much time together. He told me “I’m teaching you this because it has to be done when I pass away someone has to do it and you are interested in this kind of stuff and the person I trust most to do it.” This really made me proud and happy to know that my Papa trusted and believed in me so