The Death of my grandmother a life experience that changed my Identity
My sense of independence was shattered when my grandmother departed from this world. I lost my grandmother and this experience shattered my perspective of life. Losing a loved one was like having a wisdom tooth pulled without any Novocain.
In spite of this painful occurrence happening to me at twenty-four years of age, emotions such as shock, anger, and guilt, came into play creating chaos. I rerun her death in my mind, yet unable to completely forget the sadness, similar to a synopsis. These feelings can be frightening and overwhelming; however I have learned how to cope and with the realization that life and death are phenomenal both intertwined. I speculate that when one passes on they continue to be familiar with what the breathing are doing.
Each individual has someone in their lives who makes a positive impact on them, even after they are gone. Following the death of my beloved grandmother, my perspective on life has greatly changed. My grandmother's dream was to see me graduate from college. Unfortunately for her, she only made it half way. To this day, I regret not completing my college education.
Being raised in a strict, family oriented background helped me succeed throughout the high school process. My grandmother’s motto was "Boys and Books do not mix". Little did I realize at the time how much this expression would mean to me in life? She raised me the same way she was brought up, and for that I am appreciative. My biggest enthusiast was always my grandmother. Before my parents knew report cards were imminent, my phone was already ringing vigorously. She always made sure I was on the precise track and she allowed me to never set my standards stumpy and shoot for the stars.