Personal Narrative

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don’t think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin’s death. I don’t think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.  My mom had been staying at my Aunt Maggie’s house . She had been away for two weeks and suggested that I visit her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working a lot and helping my dad run the house, and I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having “me time” seemed very important at the time.  I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about how the office was running without her, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to shopping, and then on a tour of NYC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.  We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, “Is she ok? Was she alone?” I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her bike or that something had happened to my grandma. She kept on saying “OH MY GOD, NO”. Aunt Maggie asked “What happened? What is going on?” And then Mom told us;…