Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

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I will always remember what my mom told me before she died. I was 16 and staying with my grandma because my dad stayed at the hospital with my mom. My mom had Leukemia and was getting chemotherapy for about 4 months. The chemo was working and she was getting so much better until one day it just stopped. She was doing the same thing she did everyday, laying in bed, when the doctors rushed in, took some tests and came to the conclusion that the chemo wasn’t working. There was absolutely nothing we could’ve done so she stopped taking it. She was rapidly getting worse and worse until the doctor’s gave us a couple weeks until she would be gone. That was the worst thing that I could ever hear. I couldn’t believe that my mom wasn’t going to be in my life anymore. She was the person that gave me everything that I could ever want and taught me everything that I would ever need to know. I just couldn’t believe that I was going to lose her. My grandma was taking me to the hospital so that I could visit her. As soon as I walked in the hospital I went straight to my mom’s room. I walked in there and she looked so pale and lifeless I …show more content…

Today my family was having an anniversary dinner. I can’t believe that it’s been 10 years that she died. It feels like just yesterday that I received the news. Not a day goes by that I don’t remember her and I definitely will never forget what she told me the day before she died. I get ready to go to my family's home for dinner. I dread going because I hate seeing my family so sad and distraught. I get in the car and start thinking about what a wonderful life my mom had. Once I arrive I walk inside and hug my family. They all have the same sad look on their face, the same one on mine. We have dinner and share good memories that we had of mom. We laugh, cry, and reminisce together and before we know it the night is over. My mom was one of the most important people in my life and there will always be a missing hole in my

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