Personal Narrative: Life, Sadness, And Recovery

Life, Sadness, and Recovery

In the year of nineteen forty-nine, I experienced the saddest time of my life. I did not even know it at the time but my father had a stroke in May. He had been taken to the hospital. We later found out, that he had passed away. I could not believe it. After we got the news, we sat around in silence. One of our neighbours visited our house. Together, my siblings and I sat with her in our front room. She said that we should express our sorrow and let go of our emotions. This brought us to tears at our father’s loss. My father’s body was brought into the house. I was stopped when I was being led to the room to see his body. Someone thought that it would not be suitable, for the younger me, to look at my father in his state of death. The body was then taken out of the house and cremated. The loss of my father left behind a void in my life. I never talked about it with anyone. I do remember one day though; my mother was bringing in some clean clothes from the clothes-line. I don’t know why but I asked her whose clothes she was carrying. She told me that they were my father’s clothes. I grabbed them close to me and hugged them. I didn’t speak of my feelings about

I remember being called in to bless and give my goodwill to the new-born baby. That baby boy, later became great form of entertainment for us. I tried to keep him with me and away from others. Sometimes, we would end up pulling him in opposite directions. We loved having a baby in the family. When we were young, most of us had experienced the Chickenpox illness. Additionally, I was also hit by the disease of Smallpox. I remember lying on some leaves on a stretcher bed, without clothing, and painful spots appearing on my body. I somehow managed to recover and had to refrain from touching the spots. After that incident, my body was never to be troubled by Smallpox