What Does Death Mean To Me Essay

For as long I as I could remember, the idea of death never had an personal affect on me. Death to me was the end of a person's life and that was it. When I attended funerals as a child I could see the sorrow in other children's eyes as the men in the family would carry out their grandparents casket from the church. Their tears flowed like a never-ending waterfall of grief. I would hold on to my mother’s arm as tightly as I could while everyone else mourned for their loss. I would whisper into my mother’s ear, “Is it time to go home yet? I am bored.” Funerals were just events I attended and death was just apart of life that signified the end of someone's existence on earth up until I experienced death in my family.
There I was in the middle of my …show more content…
She was no doubt reminiscing about the memories she shared with her father. My grandma sat beside her and lifted my mom’s sad face up. She poured her eyes out while digging her face into my grandma’s chest. At that moment, my perspective on life shifted completely. I knew what it was like to lose someone. I now understood how the children at the church felt when one of their grandparents passed away. I was now the child shedding the tears of the never-ending waterfall of grief.
That night was the most difficult for my family and I. People were starting to go home and the house felt empty. You could feel the sorrow growing on those present in the room. I was still sitting on the same chair, but it felt different. Instead of having two people right beside me the next person was ten chairs down from me. By the end of the night there was nine people in the entire room.
“ You guys need to go sleep. More people are going to be here tomorrow.” Said my grandma. There was not any movement. It was like we were all glued to our chairs in deep thoughts.
“Nicole and Katherine go to sleep. You guys have been up all day.” My mother spoke for the first time that