Personal Narrative: Overcoming The Death Of My Father

Overcoming The Death of my Father Never in my life had I ever thought that at the age of seventeen years old, I would lose my father in an unexpected accident. To this day, I feel it should have never happened. I would like to think it is all a bad nightmare and that I would wake up to see my father there the next morning, but unfortunately it is not the case. There are a lot of things I did not understand back then; especially about loss, sadness, anger, and fear. When it came down to these things I did not know how to handle these emotions so I began to suppress these feelings and pretend to act like I was the same person as I was before, but I was not. It hurt just as much to put on a mask in front of people who I knew and loved without uttering a word of what I felt in my heart. What hurt the most is that I lied to myself. My father’s name is Fernando Rivera he was born in Guadalajara, Mexico, he served in the United States Navy, and his occupation was an electrician for a cement company. The relationship between my father and I was that he motivated me to do my best in everything no matter how difficult it was whether in academics, extracurricular activities, or improving myself to be a better person. However, what I admired about my father was that he had a hunger for knowledge, whether in literature, mathematics, history, or science
We had never seen our mother in such despair; it was a shock to see our mother’s vivid emotions. My mother asked us if we wanted to see our father and we all replied “yes” and so she took all of us to see our father. However, my siblings and I went individually, but little did we know that what we were about to witness would shatter our hearts, feelings, souls, and