Personal Narrative Essay

The squelch of the black mustang’s tires on the snow covered pavement lead up to the cataclysmic explosion of sound that was heard throughout our hearts that night my family lost someone. That night we lost my uncle. “Snowman” we called him thinking back to that night it’s almost poetic irony the way he died. He died the way he lived fast, loud, and always being himself. Death is a part of life that happens daily, but yet when it actually occurs everyone is shocked, maybe because no one is ever properly prepared, it’s as if aliens invaded our planet. There’s no warning or heads up at all. It just happens. Suddenly. Abruptly. Unexpectedly. Accepting the death is never easy for anyone. No matter the age, it will always be difficult for an

I can still recall the night it happened, it was the saddest day of my life. I was laying in my room watching television and scrolling through Facebook when I stopped at a certain status on my newsfeed, a status I didn’t quite believe, I didn’t believe it because nobody had even called to tell me. The status said something like, “Just got the worst news ever, lost someone very dear to us today, Justin was in a car crash and didn’t survive. Rest in peace Justin.” I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, as if I was paralyzed and if I moved it would be real. I didn’t want that, I wanted it to be a dream, a nightmare is better than reality in cases like these. I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as if butterflies were fluttering around and trying to get out. At first, I had no reaction and wanted to deny it, all of it. I kept saying and thinking to myself, “no, it isn’t true, he’s still alive. They made a mistake.” To my complete horror, I was wrong. I had a melting pot of feeling toward the death of my Uncle I was angry, confused, sad, and depressed. I was crushed. Realizing that my uncle was gone wasn’t even the worst part, the hardest part of it all was learning to accept