Friday, March 15, 2019
Essays on Death and Suicide - Death of My Father :: Example Personal Narratives
Death of My Father     The most significant and life changing experience in my life was when my pop music died two years ago. It in reality awakened me to how the world works and how fragile life is. I return the day perfectly. I was working with my guitar teacher, George at Nick Rail Music, when my dad passed away in a car crash at Mussel Shoals.   posterior we learned that his heart had stopped spell he was driving on the freeway due to an infection in his heart. Therefore his car went come out of the closet of control when he lose consciousness, and drifted into the oncoming traffic.   Unbeknownst to my florists chrysanthemum and me, we went berth and I went to my friend Lands house, who lived downstairs in the condo complex that we lived in at the time. We spent the entire afternoon together and surprisingly my mum didnt even call me up for dinner, so I stayed with them and we had a barbecue. I remember twitting on the bench eating a coo k Portobello mushroom, relaxing with Land and his parents, and thinking how great life was. After dinner Lands mom went off somewhere, I wasnt sure where, but I vertical figured she went for a Pepsi run as usual.   I stayed and listened to music while Land worked on his guitar. Then I got the expected call to go back upstairs. So I said goodnight and went on my way. My mom sounded lost and very calm on the phone, not her usual happy self. inquire what was happening I slowly opened the door to see my mom and Lands mom, Carol, sitting together on the blue and white couches. My mom asked me to sit down, so I sat between them while my mother began to inform how my dad had been in a car accident earlier that afternoon. His car veered into the oncoming traffic and was hit from the side...he didnt survive. I remember at that routine Carol clenching my shoulder so much it hurt, but I was pall to the pain, we all were.   I didnt cry. None of us did. We were unable to comprehend how this could mayhap be true. My dad had gone to work that morning seemingly fine.
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