Personal Narrative-Verbal Communication

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My mother’s last conversation with Richard Hart was on October 29, 2015. Smiling, he asked about coming to this week’s volleyball game. Shaking her head, she explained this week was a bye week. Mr. Hart was my 5th grade math teacher, who not only taught me how to calculate the degree of an angle, but who also inspired me to do my best in everything I do and to always dream big. He was a role model for his students and his nine year old daughter Maddy. One Thursday, during my volley ball game, I looked into the stands and saw Mr. Hart sitting two rows from the top .I tried to catch his attention but he was focused on the other team since they were about to serve. Smiling to myself, I turned my focus back to the game. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him leaving the gym to pick up his daughter from soccer practice. That was the last time I saw Richard Hart alive, and I never got to thank him for coming to support me. …show more content…
Hart. I was shocked, and I cried a little, but it never really registered for a while. I kept repeating “he’s dead, he’s dead” in my head, but the waves of grief didn’t roll over me until I thought “he’s gone” , and I started replaying memories from 5th grade. I saw my best friend stand up in the middle of class and sing ‘Man in the mirror’ by Michael Jackson. I saw him sitting in the bleachers at my volleyball game. Then I saw his daughter, running to his classroom after the bus dropped her off. At that point I wasn’t crying for myself anymore, I was crying for the little girl who looks just like her father did. The little girl with pigtails. The little girl who already had her princess costume picked out for Halloween. The little girl who will end up crying on Halloween