How Death Has Affected My Life

The word is feared, but alway inevitable. Death touches each and everyone of us in some way, everyday. Maybe you hear something on the Chicago news, or even reading in the newspaper. Death is always present. Death touched my family about eight years ago. I still look back and try to remember. Even though my thoughts on the time are blurry on that day; I learned morals that shaped me to be the person that I am today.
I wake up to the nagging and shrieking voice of my mother's morning wake up call. I layed back in bed, thinking, how much I despised monday mornings. After about ten minutes, I sluggishly make my way into the kitchen. I make myself breakfast, and proceeded with my usual monday morning routine. Just a quarter past seven o’clock, I am already on the bus, ready for the start of the new school day. Once I arrived to school, I thought nothing different, until it happened.
Tony Galindo? “Present,” I politely shouted back at my first grade teacher, Mrs. Puetz. After roll call instead of starting our daily journal time, Mrs. Puetz called me to her desk. I scurried along to her desk, as the “oos,” started coming from my classmates, indicating that I was in trouble. I reach the teacher’s desk, and ask, “Mrs.
I look to my right, and see my little brother Alex. I look to the seat in front of me to see my mother sobbing with tears. She looked distressed, angry, and confused; I could tell by her sweaty palms that she was nervous. The car took off at what felt like a racing speed. I remember being too scared to ask questions, so I passiently waited for our arrival. Moments upon arrival my mother sobbingly calls my name, “Yes, mother, I replied quickly. “Grandma Lois is in the hospital,” she quickly replied back to me. I pondered upon her response before responding back to her, “So mom, is that where we are headed, the hospital,” which my mother quickly responds back to me with a depressing