deathography

deathography

Deathography
Many people have heard the phrase parents should never outlive their children- well children should never outlive their parents. Death is painful for everyone young and old alike. I was ten years old the first time I every truly experienced death. But even before that I had already lost a loved one by the age of three. Everyone says death is a part of life and if we stop to think about it people die every day. Across the country or across the street death has no boundaries, but it is only when death comes to someone that we love that we feel that immense feeling of being alone in our suffering. Death has played a major part in my life, although I have not experience many deaths the ones I have have been very significant.  
  Midyear of ’98 my mother became ill, being ten years old I did not know the exact cause of her illness or the extent.   A few months later she was gone. Although it is easy to count the months between her being alive and then gone on two hands, many would say it occurred in a blink of an eye. I would agree that sometimes I feel it was very sudden. But other times those months felt like years. Those months were mainly composed of agony and tears. Before her death I remember visiting my mother in the hospital, I remember all the machines and tubes made me sad. It made me feel like my mother was no longer herself; I was scared to approach her. After that visit I don’t remember going back. I do remember that she would call and I would try my hardest to avoid those calls. The phone would ring and I would try to sneak outside before my grandmother could give me the call. Mostly I didn’t want to talk to her because I could hear the beeping of machines in the background. Also I felt it was silly to talk about school and home when I knew there were more serious things to talk about. But on the other hand- I didn’t want to talk about those serious things. Looking back I think I should have cherished those phone calls. I feel lucky...