| Subject: My story
When a young child, and i am talking between 3 and sixish, loses someone close, on very rare circumstances do they notice the seriousness of death. I was 4 years-old when I lost my mother to breast cancer but , being so young, I did not understand the fact that she was gone and I would never see her again.
If you are over -say...9- , I want you to see how much you can remember of your life before you were 4. I am now 13 and I now only have foggy memories of my mother picking me up from nursery or calling me to dinner.
It was not until years later, that I realised the entirety of the death of one of my parents. Never being able to call "Mum. Get my a drink." or ask my mother to pick me up from Rugby practice. I would see all my friends with their mum's, sewing together ripped t-shirts or cooking 3-course meals every night and doing all their laundry and looking after the house. If you have lived around six years of your life, not thinking about the mother that you can't remember, the shock of realising what the absence of a mother, actually meant hits you like a jumbo jet.
My father looked after me, and I had a very good upbringing, although it would of still helped to have my mum there too. My dad did well. He learned how to cook and made my breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. He did my laundry until I was about 8 and gave me praise for all the things I did well. When I was 10, he remarried. My stepmother is called Erna. She has a daughter, the same age as my sister. Beth (My sister) is 16 and Sunna (My stepsiter) is too.
I am nearly fourteen now and have only recently started thinking about my mother alot.
Although, it's hard to miss someone that you dont remember. All I now have are things like pictures of the master-peice cakes she used to make and a patchwork quilt, which she had sewn for me during the nine months, she was pregnant with me.
I do hope this message helps for any of you out there who have parents who died from cancer. |
