This essay is about the worst day of my life: my father's funeral. I remember very well how it happened and the slow decline until my father's passing. He has always been a lively and energetic person. He was always laughing and always had the best jokes, it was a huge blow to the whole family when he died. I had a friend who spent the night at my house. The next morning my mother and father had just returned from their trip to Los Angeles. I heard about the health conditions he had fallen into in just a week and a few days. I stayed there the whole time, never leaving. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay My mother cried so much her shirt was wet like she went to the gym and worked out, my grandmother was a mess, crying all the time and not even really eating. My father had already given up when I ran into my parents' room, this is not how one should see a family member. My father's face was blue, his eyes were open and his face was swollen. That soon we wouldn't be able to see him again. I never cried until the end and then felt like I was going crazy. This is what sadness and anger can do to you: make you feel crazy, lost, and destructive. My mom went to the supermarket with my older sister, to get some food for the rest of the family. I couldn't stand my older sister's high-pitched screaming and immediately asked her to be quiet even though I knew it wouldn't work. I wanted to escape from the emotions and thoughts that were swimming in my head, from the tears that I didn't want from anyone. seeing me lose, sometimes it's torture to be the youngest with the sadness and weakness you want to sink into. My mother and my two other older sisters went to the hospital in Summerlin to say their final goodbyes, but I couldn't help but do so. I couldn't help but go into the shell that once housed my lively and vivacious father. As the undertakers had finally arrived at the hospital as the sky slipped into inky blackness, seeming to grieve my father's passing as much as we did, I sat outside alone, finally letting the tears flow down my face cheeks, Finally letting the pain take over and asking God why He would take someone I love. That evening I went home, not being able to stand that house anymore, the next day going to school I couldn't help but think and all I did was stare at the walls. Losing someone is like a shock to the system, my body shut down completely, I couldn't even concentrate on school, my mother pulled me out. A week later it was my first day at school, returning from the terrible day of my father's disappearance, everyone asked me how I was, but not realizing that every time they did, I jumped because the memories came back in flashbacks. and somehow I recovered and put a big fake smile on my face. But deep inside they are kicking and screaming. It's like that, one little thing can bring back such vivid details of something that you'd rather forget mid-week, since the funeral is mid-week. During the funeral I was overwhelmed with sadness that clouded my judgment and made me feel a deep pain that wouldn't go away. At the end of the funeral they played Photograph by Nickelback. I remember it so well Between the song, my emotions, the smell of all the flowers, it all made me nauseous. the pain that crushed me making me want to curl up and hide from the world, hide from real life. But I couldn't, I couldn't stop time and forget that this was all.