Personal narrative essay

« thinking about when she would see me again.

I had this feeling, you know when something bad has happened, and you heard the news but it doesn’t truly get to you.

You don’t realise what just happened.

The moment I truly realised what had happened was when I saw her dead body.

It was there, in front of me, as cold as ice.

I could feel all sorts of emotions flowing through my body.

It was completely new, something I have never felt before. Memories were passing through my head like a movie.

Us paining together, planting flowers, playing cards.

I would never be able do any of those things again.

The moment I cried the most was at her funeral.

Although I couldn’t see her physically, I imagined her in that case, regretting leaving me before she could even say goodbye.

Why did it happen so quickly? Why did she have to die the day was coming to see her.

Just one more day.

I could have said goodbye, tell her I love her and that she can’t leave me.

Make her see that giving up is the easiest option, but not the only one. During her treatment, the strongest, most passionate and courageous woman I have ever met, couldn’t take it anymore.

She wouldn’t eat, didn’t talk much and didn’t want to do anything.

It seemed like she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

She didn’t want to fight for more days in a boring hospital.. »