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Personal Narrative A Preventable Death Essay

1002 words - 4 pages

Personal Narrative- A Preventable Death

He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.

Sean decided to be rebellious and ignore the part where his mother said to go to bed. After deciding that his mom and dad were finally asleep and wouldn't hear his truck start, he crawled out of his window and returned to the party.

His parents were suddenly awoken by a loud knocking. Unfortunately it was not Sean. It was a Police Officer from their town, "Are you the parents of a mister Sean Schmidt?"
"Yes," Sean's parents paused as they knew what was soon to come "we are his parents, officer, how can we help you?"

"I am afraid that your son has been injured in a car accident and I need you to come to the hospital with me."

"Sean is downstairs sleeping, I watched him go down there when he came home last night," Anne said and then spun around and ran downstairs, in an attempt to prove the Police Officer wrong "Allen, he is gone!" She shouted back up the stairs in disbelief and horror.

They then went to the hospital hoping that they would get to hug him, hold him, and make him better. It didn't hit them until they were in the morgue identifying the body of their dead son, they were never going to be able to hold him, hug him, or make him better ever again.

"Yes sir this is my son," replied his father.

I was only in fifth grade at the time, and my mom had come to pick me up from the fund raiser that I was partaking in that day at the Catholic school. When my cousin Jaime and I got in the car, and saw the tears in my mom's eyes, I asked her, "mom, what's wrong?"
"Your cousin Sean was killed in a car accident at about 4:30 this morning," she replied.
Jaime and I both searched for words and all we could do is look at my mom with our eyes filled with both tears and disbelief, as we both said, "No, Sean can't be dead, he is too cool to die."

Sean was my favorite cousin, he was always the life of the party, and after finding out this news and getting over the initial shock, I asked my mom whether or not he had...

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