Personal Narrative Essay: Forever I Will Love You

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Forever I Will Love You I remember the morning sun shining brightly through the window of the car. The temperature was soaring, soon the temperature would reach 75 degrees Fahrenheit. I watched the cars pass by, but I barely noticed them because all I could think about was getting to see my tiny cousin who weighed less than two pounds. Every time we slowed down I would look around excitedly hoping to see the hospital in the distance. Time seemed to drag on and I quickly became restless. “Are we there yet?” I asked impatiently again for the fourth time. Again my mom replied with a stern “no.” “When we get to the hospital, Hailey will be in an incubator, so you won’t be able to hold her,” my mom explained while she drove. I was confused. I wanted to hold Hailey. “Why can’t I hold her?” I asked making it clear I was upset by what she said. “Hailey’s mom, Martina, did drugs while she was pregnant with Hailey so it caused Martina to go into labor three months early. It is a miracle the drugs did not kill Hailey,” she told me. …show more content…

Hope Cemetery our family gathered to say our last goodbyes to Hailey. The funeral director carried her to the graveside in a little white casket. The casket wasn’t any bigger than a shoe box. In addition to flowers, people brought toys to give a little girl who would never get to play with them. Tears fell down everyone’s faces. Just three days ago I was holding her little hand while I watched her heart beat gently, now I was watching her be buried. No words could fix my hurting heart. Time would be the only cure. The Pastor interrupted my thoughts. “It is hard to express our thoughts at such a time and to understand why this had happened” He explained. He was so right, because I didn’t know what to think or feel because it was all so overwhelming. After the Pastor finished his speech the funeral director lowered Hailey’s casket into the ground where it would remain forever, but Hailey would always remain in our

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