The Day I Committed Suicide Narrative Essay

About a year ago I went through the hardest time of my life thus far. I was sitting in my room and I heard my mom start to cry, I walked out and asked her what was wrong. Little did I know she was going to tell me that my cousin Jesse, had committed suicide. It was toward the beginning of my junior year when I found out what had happened to my cousin. I was still getting used to all of my hard classes that I was taking that year and all of the work I was getting. I was sitting in my room doing homework like I always was, and heard many of strange noises coming from outside my room. I walked out and saw my mother hysterical about something, so I asked my dad what was wrong. He told me that my cousin Jesse committed suicide. I was in shock, and I didn 't know what to think or how this could even happen. Jesse was in the army, stationed in Georgia, and he had just gotten back from deployment in Africa. He was 21 years old and originally from Missouri, where my uncle Jeff and his brother Jaden lived.

We had to drop everything we were doing and go to Missouri to be with my family and go to the funeral. I had never been to a funeral before, let alone have it be for somebody so close to me. I was scared and I was unbelievably sad about it all, it was so hard to wrap my head around what happened especially since it was so sudden. We started on our trip to Missouri, and we were all dreading it. My sister had to fly home from Florida, and my brother had to come home from college. It was a 12 hour drive, I was very eager to get there and see all of my family, but it was also something that I was not mentally prepared for. We arrived, and we went to the funeral as planned. It was a beautiful ceremony, many of tears were shed but it was beautiful in the way we all remembered Jesse and the memories we all shared. It still didn 't seem real that it was all happening to me