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At nine years old I was faced with an event that would take part in creating the person I am today and who I will be for the rest of my life. It has perceived the way I look at things in life, the way I look at myself and the way I look at others around me. I had to learn to adapt to whatever transformations and modifications life brought my way.
I looked down at the casket where my sister lay. She didn't look like herself. She was wearing a white dress, but I knew she would've much rather preferred to wear jeans and a baggy t-shirt. The way her foundation was packed onto her face looked far from natural and her lips were painted five shades brighter than normal; she never wore make-up. Her hands, on her stomach, lay on top of one another. They say that they look peaceful lying in a casket, but there was a melancholic expression that overtook her. It was the same look she had for quite some time now and had went unnoticed for far too long.
I always blamed the loss of my sister on myself, as most people do when they lose a loved one. It was the little things that seemed insignificant at the time, but were in fact, significant. I would beat myself up for not looking out for her more, even though all of her life, she did just that for me. She was my practically my guardian since my parents were never around and her loss was a wake-up call to my parents. They started staying home more and tried to support me with everything I did.
The thing about grief is that you can't control it. The best you can do is try to let yourself feel it when it comes and let it go when you can. The worst part is when you think it passes, it comes right back without even asking. It isn't just grief we have to deal with; it's life, it's loss, it's change. The way you deal with it is up to you and will shape the person you turn out to be.
At nine years old I was faced with an event that would take part in creating the person I am today and who I will be for the rest of my life. It has perceived the way I look at things in life, the way I look at myself and the way I look at others around me. I had to learn to adapt to whatever transformations and modifications life brought my way.
I looked down at the casket where my sister lay. She didn't look like herself. She was wearing a white dress, but I knew she would've much rather preferred to wear jeans and a baggy t-shirt. The way her foundation was packed onto her face looked far from natural and her lips were painted five shades brighter than normal; she never wore make-up. Her hands, on her stomach, lay on top of one another. They say that they look peaceful lying in a casket, but there was a melancholic expression that overtook her. It was the same look she had for quite some time now and had went unnoticed for far too long.
I always blamed the loss of my sister on myself, as most people do when they lose a loved one. It was the little things that seemed insignificant at the time, but were in fact, significant. I would beat myself up for not looking out for her more, even though all of her life, she did just that for me. She was my practically my guardian since my parents were never around and her loss was a wake-up call to my parents. They started staying home more and tried to support me with everything I did.
The thing about grief is that you can't control it. The best you can do is try to let yourself feel it when it comes and let it go when you can. The worst part is when you think it passes, it comes right back without even asking. It isn't just grief we have to deal with; it's life, it's loss, it's change. The way you deal with it is up to you and will shape the person you turn out to be.
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