My First Experience With Death

When I first died, my father 's grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer. I do not know him, he is in India, I just saw him through the picture my mother showed me. How can I feel uneasy about someone I do not know about? I remember my parents sitting at the table and talking about his deterioration.

He was the first strange story in my life When he died, this was my first death experience. Strange thing is that I remember about my grandfather. He has a very obvious smell and monopolizes with me, and it will be a painful loser when I knock him down. Every morning he walks down to his deck and digs his nest in a mountain of trees in Chipmunk and Itachi. He lived his life, knew that he was in the identity of everyone, and did not care about any of his opinions.

I first experienced maternity death was not what I first treated. But when I visited in the morning, I happened to intercept it when my family was jealous and suffered the worst nightmare. I am the one who introduced her eldest daughter to their new sister. She died late that day. I convey my deepest condolences to my friends and colleagues who took care of her during pregnancy and childbirth.

This book begins with "Matricide" which is the first article of the series. That article concerns the death of my mother explaining the various complexities of my relationship and the experience I took care of her. The last work is about my own debris. When I recovered from the disease, people asked me if I was somewhat different from a better experience. I can not answer their questions, but I noticed that my mother asked for similar things when she died. In my opinion, emotions not only influence people's illness and response to death, but also need to draw an arc in our experience. It is a sense of overcoming adversity or becoming a better person through crisis. When I write and start to summarize them, we should change many ideas or lead better. Not much change, like this