Essays on Death and Suicide - Grieving the Loss of My Mother :: Personal Narrative Writing

sorrow the Loss of My MotherI stopped in the middle of the driveway and drew in a deep breath. Where am I expiration? I asked myself. I glanced at my watch, still walking, and noticed with a beatify that it was already past midnight. Time flies when youre having fun, I muttered, my voice make full with a surprising sarcasm. I turned the corner of 54th street, and glanced down the block. No one. Part of me wished that someone would have been there, someone who would question me and demand that I go straight home. But I knew that if I went back, Id be counterbalance where I started. And Id promised myself progress this night.Maybe I wouldnt be able to personate away, the odds of that happening were clearly against me, and I was aware of it, provided every moment I could be free from the problems was one more I could cling to. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to me, the headlights blinding me momentarily. I glanced inside to see Micha sitting at the wheel. Get in, she said. I get over to the passenger side and got in, without objecting, due to the fact that I knew it was too slow to be defiant. And I was too tired. I braced myself for what was to come next, but my older sister said nothing. She put her car into gear, and pulled away without a word. We drove in silence, the only noise being her deep existent and my short, shallow sighs. I realized just how far I had walked, as we drove to my house- at least 5 miles. When we reached our house, I looked at it, as if I was seeing it for the first time in my life- the old fashioned porches, the balcony, the huge, beautiful windows. I stayed in the car, as did Micha, neither of us reservation an attempt to move as she commented on the grass needing crop, and the mess the neighbors had make in the front yard. I heard her, but I wasnt listening- I was merely staring ahead of me, debating if I should get out and mellow out inside or try to justify my actions. Micha... I began, but she cut me off short. Go get some sleep, she said dryly, Well talk in the morning. I got out of the car, leaving her in the car as I briskly ran up the walkway.