This final part of my developmental autobiography is a very emotional one to think about. A few years ago I attended a celebration of life party for one of my mother’s family members. She did not want a typical wake. This event changed my mindset about death. This party was a celebration of her death. Yes, it was sad but it also was beautiful to have everyone together and celebrating. At this event there was the food, drinks, and music that my mother’s family member loved. After this even I told my mom this is what I want when I pass away. I am writing this as the day after my celebration of life party occurred, my immediate family is at the wake.
To imagine myself laying in a casket dead give me chills through my body. It does give me comfort that I know my family and friends would be surrounding my casket. My mother is who I imagine at the front end of my casket. She would also be the one who was the most hysterical, I can see her needing a chair because she was so broken. My mother and I see each other just about weekly, and talk on the phone at least three times a week. I feel as if she would be saying things such as “she was too young” and “she was just starting her life.” I then see my father next to her, also very emotionally upset. He would be trying to console my mother and…show more content… What upsets me the most is the fact that I would be causing such pain on those that I love. I feel guilty about this death, even if it was a freak accident. I feel this way because I know my family and Zach would be changed forever by my death. Although I feel guilty and upset, I also feel loved. I feel as if I have lived such a beautiful life. Talking about this has made me think back to amazing memories I have had so far in my life. This also makes me want to go travel more. Zach and I used to go on trips a lot more than we do now that I am in graduate school and he is working fulltime. I now want to make travel a more important category of our
