Narratiive

Narratiive

  • Submitted By: dsmagee
  • Date Submitted: 11/06/2008 4:39 AM
  • Category: English
  • Words: 1102
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The Pain of Love
What is love? Love can be described as unconditional, everlasting, full of pain and priceless. Love has become part of me and has shaped me into who I have become. “All of Me”, performed by the beloved Billie Holiday is a reflection of love that I possess for my father. This song written by Seymour Simons expresses the desire to give up the self to have a loved one in return.
It seemed like yesterday that I came across the song “All of Me”. I can recall listening to my mother’s old records where I found myself reliving the event that changed my life throughout my mind. It was just another glamorous day in San Diego on January 26, 2006 when my life began to take a drastic turn. It was early Friday morning when I rushed to answer the door and I found my cousin Kim in tears. She told me that my father died and at that moment I became confused on life. I contemplated my next move and I wasn’t sure how I would be able to move on. Grasping for air, I immediately got dressed and rushed to the nearest relative for comfort.
During the two hour ride to Los Angeles all I can think about was my father and what happened. I truly loved my father and I would miss him dearly. When I reached my mothers home the expression on her face broke my heart. Her face was torn and her heart shattered in

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pieces. My younger brother wasn’t home but I knew that he would miss my father the most. I sat down as my mother coherently explained the situation and I began to become even more concerned and depressed. My father died from heart disease and I felt empty. I wished I could have spent more time getting to know my father the way that I always dreamt of. The words from “All of Me” expressed how I felt at that moment.
Growing up I was very blessed to have a father in my life. Several of my friends grew up in a single parent home; therefore, living in a loved home was very special to me. As a child I was always known to be daddy’s little girl. I looked...