Personal Narrative: Star Wars

On a normal, hot summer day my friends and I were having an intense pickup soccer game in an enormous backyard. We were having a sleepover, and hanging out just as any normal friends would hang out, and I wasn’t supposed to be picked up until the next day in the afternoon. Knowing that there was a lot of time on our hands we spent some of our time watching movies, and one in particular was Star Wars. “Why’d he have to die!”, one of my friends would say, when he watched Obi Wan Kenobi get sliced with a light saber who was his favorite character in the series. The death came as a shock to me as well, even after watching the whole series countless times and knowing the plot from the heart. But even so the death didn’t mean anything to me. I always thought that it was only natural for death to occur, and that it was a normal thing to deal with in life. This was my sheltered, and inexperienced point of view, and I didn’t realize

He then continued, “Daniel, I came to pick you up early because there is a situation your uncle got into. Your uncle… may have gotten into a car accident. He’s- in critical condition right now, and I don’t know if he’ll make it.”, explained my dad. These words came at me like a baseball being thrown at me at top speed. I was speechless. For the first time in my life I experienced a death that was unnatural, and unexpected. It wasn’t supposed to happen. My uncle was young, healthy, and had so much to live for and yet he was unfortunate enough to get into a car accident. Death never occurred to me as something I needed to worry about in my family, but I was facing reality at that moment. We reached my grandma’s house and the mood was tense. Everyone in my mom’s family was there, as well as a few pastors from my church. Everyone was praying, sobbing, and crying. It was a scene that was etched into my mind. I realized the true demoralization, and traumatic experiences death brings with