Before the death of my father, I was young, innocent, and faultless. I saw the beauty in the world, even in the smallest things, butterflies made me giggle, I could see the color of nature. Happiness was blooming everywhere for me. When I was concerned about everything, dad would always justify it. He always had the answers. I had endless questions. For me life was an ongoing thing that is filled with happiness and laughter, the idea of death was never in my mind.
After the funeral, my perspective on life was completely flipped. I lost my parent, my father, my guide in life. Thoughts about death were recurring image in my mind. The curiosity still continued but had no one to answer them for me. This time around my question weren’t pleasant as usual.
So this made me learn things on my own. Things that I took them for granted before; I learned how its important to tell people you love them. Don’t ever let anyone wonder about your feelings towards them. Always show the person in front of you, how much they mean to you. My dad was sick for a month long, he was in the hospital and I was forbidden to visit him. So everyday as my mom went I would write him a letter or send her a picture, or show him my grades. These little things brought joy to him. This made me realize that every little thing can bring happiness to people. Therefor I learned to accept the little things, I didn’t care …show more content…
One of the hardest things about loosing a parent, is you feel that no one understand you anymore. Even worse is feeling different and seeing that difference in your normal life. When your friend shows you something her father bought her, or when you see how happy a girls dad would look like in her wedding day, or when they just complain about something stupid there dad did. Here you realize your never going to fit in. Your memories are limited, you can never add more, it hurts. They are days where you would take any risk just to be like your friends, or just the people around you. On the other hand it taught me that there is no promise for tomorrow. Time is limited for every human being, you can never know when death is upon you. So I learned to savor my life with the things I love. I went outside by boundaries and tried new things, and experienced stuff I never did previously. If it wasn’t for his death, would I always depend on him? Would I have gone hiking? Would I have ran for 7km? Something is telling me maybe not.
Because of my dads death , I will never be the same , I changed from being innocent and faultless for understanding and savoring the little things in life. Could I trade in my experience to have my dad back? No one has that option in life, the only option I have is make those changes worth it, if dad was here I just wanted him to know he is always there to answer my