Loss Of Importance: A Narrative Analysis
Doug Wetherell
Essay 1 rough draft
WR 121 Hancock
Loss of Importance
It was a hot sticky day in June. I was mowing the lawn. Which brought the great smell of fresh cut grass into the air. I had neon green grass stains on my shoes, and there was a slight breeze that carried the scent of summer flowers through it. Everything was perfect. Little did I know I would be more confused more than ever by losing my mother. I was starting my barbeque to cook some hamburgers, and hotdogs. I was so busy trying to get everything ready for a barbeque with friends. My wife couldn’t really help, for she was 8 months pregnant with our daughter and could barely move. I was just finishing up salads and side dishes, the house smelled as if I was in a BBQ joint. The phone was ringing off the hook. When I answered I couldn’t understand the person on the other end they were crying so much, and sounded like they were talking 100 words a minute. …show more content…
That’s when I understood what she had said our mother had died. I was not able to breathe, and my heart pounding so hard it felt like a ticking bomb. My wife asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t catch my breath to answer her. I dropped the phone because I went numb and my world went dark. I was finally was able to catch my breath after what seemed as an eternity. I told my wife what had happened. I went upstairs to our ice cold room to lay down. I was pale white, and feeling on fire from the adrenaline kicking in. My wife tried to talk to me, but my mind was blank I was unable to
Essay 1 rough draft
WR 121 Hancock
Loss of Importance
It was a hot sticky day in June. I was mowing the lawn. Which brought the great smell of fresh cut grass into the air. I had neon green grass stains on my shoes, and there was a slight breeze that carried the scent of summer flowers through it. Everything was perfect. Little did I know I would be more confused more than ever by losing my mother. I was starting my barbeque to cook some hamburgers, and hotdogs. I was so busy trying to get everything ready for a barbeque with friends. My wife couldn’t really help, for she was 8 months pregnant with our daughter and could barely move. I was just finishing up salads and side dishes, the house smelled as if I was in a BBQ joint. The phone was ringing off the hook. When I answered I couldn’t understand the person on the other end they were crying so much, and sounded like they were talking 100 words a minute. …show more content…
That’s when I understood what she had said our mother had died. I was not able to breathe, and my heart pounding so hard it felt like a ticking bomb. My wife asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t catch my breath to answer her. I dropped the phone because I went numb and my world went dark. I was finally was able to catch my breath after what seemed as an eternity. I told my wife what had happened. I went upstairs to our ice cold room to lay down. I was pale white, and feeling on fire from the adrenaline kicking in. My wife tried to talk to me, but my mind was blank I was unable to