Personal Narrative: Death In A Parent's Home

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It was April 1992 my husband and I became really ill we both thought that it was the flu. Days have passed and we were still extremely ill. My sister had come over to the house to check on us as well as the two year old daughter we shared. When she walked in, she saw the both of us sweating and vomiting and our daughter sitting on the couch crying out of fear. “Carmen you both really need to go to the hospital!” she yelled. “No I’m fine I’m sure we just have the flu”. “You both can barely stand; I’m calling the ambulance now”. As I begged her not to call the ambulance and assured her that we were both ok she refused to listen and dialed 911. I was a bit nervous because I have never felt so sick in my life. I also thought who would take care …show more content…
I told my husband that I needed time to myself so that I can collect my thoughts. I arrived to my parent’s house “how are you feeling?” is what everyone in the house asked. I put my head down as tears filled my eyes. My mother embraced me with a hug and asked why I was sad. With a lump in my throat I cried harder and said “mom I really need to talk to you all”. Everyone gathered in the living room and that’s when I shared the horrifying news. “I just want to let you all know that Angel and I are HIV positive”. I explained to them how it happened. Everyone approached me with a hug and kiss saying “we’re going to get through this as a family”. It was at that moment my heart was filled with peace because I had my family’s support. My father of course of angry and let’s just say hated my husband for putting his baby girl through such a situation. I tried to explain to my father that it was not my husband’s fault but who am I kidding I myself put blame on …show more content…
Throughout the years I have made it appoint to seize the moment with my children and family. My son had just graduated high school in the year 2002 and my daughter eight grade in 2003 both moments to embrace and cherish. We have gone through so many changes within these last years and little did I know my kids will be going through a much more drastic change. It is July 2003 and I became extremely ill and have to be admitted to the hospital. It takes me back to 1995 when my husband was admitted I knew that my time would be shortened. I was right the doctor had told my family and I that I am no longer HIV positive and have full blown AIDS. I cried so much and told my sister “how do I tell the kids”. My sister responded “Carmen don’t worry about telling them. Just enjoy the time you have left with them and let us explain it to them when you are gone”. Would my kids be angry with me? Will I be a horrible mother for not telling them? Are all questions I asked myself? At this point it was August 2003 and became weaker then I have ever been. I was no longer able to take care of myself. I could rarely walk, talk or eat and always exhausted. My children were saddened by my condition but remained by my bedside the entire time. It was August 28, 2003 what would change my family’s lives forever. It was the day I had past. I left my babies with no explanation what have I done I’m such a horrible