Who Is My Most Significant Loss?

Throughout the years, I have lost a number of loved ones, pets, and people I didn’t quite know. I spent a lot of time tallying and recalling these losses. What I found was that only a small number of those who died were members of my family. An even smaller number of those people had passed away without taking me by surprise; the majority of deaths in my life were due to accidents or some other sudden event. I will attempt to recount these losses in chronological order, but a few will fall out of place due to when I found out about them or simply not knowing my age at the time. Of course, I will not write on every major loss in my life due to the fact that this paper must end at some point. Nonetheless, this paper will recall and discuss the most impactful losses that I have experienced throughout my life and how I have learned to either cope with or understand each of them.
The death of my maternal grandmother is my first experience with death. As I remember, I was about four years old and the Twin Towers had fallen in the same week that my grandmother got hit by a car. The accident was not her fault; she was crossing the street at a fairly quiet intersection when an intoxicated man drove through the red light and into my
(I am not completely certain of my age at the time of this event, though I do know I was mature enough to understand its nature.) Before my sister was born, my mother was pregnant with another child, who she lost several weeks into her pregnancy. I do not know how old the fetus was when it died, nor do I remember the event ever taking place. This was due to the fact that I was about three years old and incapable of understanding what it meant. The impact of this loss, since I was so largely removed from the event at the time, remains somewhat diluted. I remember mourning the loss of this fetus and contending with remorse for some