Personal Narrative: My Life In North Carolina

When I was eight years old I lived in North Carolina with my mother, father, brother, and sister. We all lived together in a nice five bedroom home; we had two dogs and three birds. Everything was perfect in my eyes until my mom got into my uncles brand new car and drove away. I never saw her again! My sister and I were in my room in trouble for fighting, and everyone else was outside having a great time barbequing and hanging with some other family members. My mom and uncle went to test drive his new car and once they left out of our drive way they never returned. All I remember is hearing a loud bang noise and my dad running and jumping in his truck to see if my mom and uncle were okay. A little time passed and I heard police sirens and
fire trucks, then my dad came home and said, “Kids mom is no longer with us” as he began to cry. My dad then told us to get in the car so we could go down to my aunt house to sit with her, while my dad went back to see what else need to be done at the accident. While sitting at my aunt’s house my dad came back and told us that my uncle also didn’t make it and he began to explain what happened. He told us that as my uncle was driving around a turn the belt broke on the car, he lost control, the car flipped 3 times, and hit a tree. He also said that my mom had been thrown from the car and didn’t die right away, but my uncle died right away, he didn’t suffer. After that all my family showed up at my house, and then we had a funeral for my mom, she was cremated and uncle had an open casket. My teachers from school came one teacher even sang at my mom’s funeral. After the funeral we all went back home and tried to return to our normal lives but life without my mom is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I finally returned to school and tried to be normal again. Later on in my life when I was about 13 years old I asked my dad about the accident and what really happened to my mom, he explain that she was injured very bad and while she was laying on the ground she passed away and went to heaven with my uncle. He told me that he got my mom cremated because he wanted us kids to remember my mom for the beautiful woman she is and he didn’t want us to see her like that. Going to my uncle’s funeral with him lying in the casket was the scariest thing I have ever experienced, I never seen a dead body and that was very hard to see him lying there motionless not saying one word.