Personal Narrative - My Parents' Funeral

The story - The celery sticks for the parents' funeral are used as heavy bars, olives are substituted for baseball and crushed in the kitchen. Cousin Sonny and Guido are pitchers and catchers, my older sister Dorrie is a combination of Uchino and Ueno. As Granpus asked us to enter the living room, I first came up with a bat. A policeman stood at the door. Nonnie and her aunt Sandy wept. In the morning, we were told to stop talking to Thanksgiving dinner, otherwise we will be punished.

I am my twenties, and now this is my seventh funeral: six families, friends of childhood, 18 years old died tragically in a traffic accident. If my parents took me to my grandfather's funeral at the age of 5, I went to the funeral for the eighth time, and this was my ninth time if I was involved in the funeral of my neighbor's child. This is my tenth, the funeral of the same neighbor who died of breast cancer. If I participate in a funeral of a family friend who died of lung cancer, this is my eleventh funeral.

However, recently, we are the people who participated in the funeral for their parents. This is unexpected as it is something that should happen to lose someone's parents in your 50s and 60s. You are going to attend a funeral for your parents in the late 80s or late 90s. Even so, losing your parents will have a major impact regardless of your age. Many of my clients are responsible for taking care of older parents. They attend medical visits for weeks every week, adjust caregivers and health care providers, and spend creating insurance and legal documents. It goes without saying that there may be time to spend with older parents who do not know himself. When we no longer bear these responsibilities, some of us will be blinded by the depth of the gap left by the death of our parents with peace of mind. For others, shock comes from being felt like an orphan