When you stare out the window you usually see trees, flowers, people walking on the sidewalk, and kids playing ball. That wasn’t the case for me; all I see were tomb stones passing by, dark skies, and the rain drops flowing down the car window. The cold wind is sneaking in from the cracks of the car door. All I could think about was today is my mother’s funeral and nothing else. When I got out of the car, my body immediately froze to the rain hitting my arms and legs.
It’s mid-afternoon and I’m standing here in front of my mother’s tomb stone reading over and over again “Here lies Katherine Renée Wilson, A Loving Mother 1926-1969” trying to get it in my head that she is no longer here. All of my family is gathered around and the pastor is reading passages from the bible. I try to pay attention, but I can’t stop thinking about all the time I have spent with my mother. She wasn’t just my mother or care giver, she was my best friend, and I will never forget her.
My name is Kourtney Wilson, I am now a freshman in college, and it’s been three years since my mother’s funeral. I can honestly say it’s been the hardest three years I’ve ever lived. It hasn’t been any easier on my father or brothers either. My father has struggled with working long hours and putting my brothers through college. Now that I am a freshman I already know it’s going to be a difficult year. My brothers, Matthew and James, on the other hand have their own problems to deal with other than just school. After my mother died they went off their own path and abused themselves with drugs and alcohol. My brothers and I all attend the same college, San Francisco State University, I figured that it would be smart to be where my brothers were; that way I could stay close to them and possibly try and help them get off their addictions.
When I got to the University I was really nervous that it was going to be complicated to find friends, but luckily that...