Essay About the Darkest Night of My Life
“The Darkest Night of My Life and How God Save Me”
Our lives are composed of sorrows and joys. If today we are happy, tomorrow we may be sad and vice versa. There are times when everything seems to be perfect and nothing can compare with the happiness that we feel during those unforgettable, momentous days, while there are some moments when life becomes so sad that they leave a trace of it for the rest of our life.
The darkest night of my life was the day my grandmother died. She’s not only a grandmother to me but also she’s a best friend that I can lean and rely on. My sisters and I treated her as our second mother at our house. While my father was away working overseas and my mother was not around working at school, my grandmother was the one who looked and took care of us since we were young. She taught us so many things and values in life. She always shares her life experiences and tells us many stories about her happiest moments in her life. She’s very kind, loving and caring to her family especially to us, her grandchildren, that’s why we call her nanay.
Everything was right and in its own place until an unexpected event happened and everything changed. I was 15 years old the time my grandmother died on July 9, 2012, 8 months to go before I will be a graduating student from high school. I can clearly remember the night before she passed away, I was very tired and exhausted in doing school works so I planned to sleep earlier to have enough rest and energy for tomorrow’s activities. My grandma was calling either me or my sister, I heard her calling but I didn’t respond because I unconsciously fell asleep and thought that my sister went to her and asked if she needed anything. When nanay calls anyone of us it means that she needs help or something that will help her feel comfortable. I didn’t think that it will be the last time she will be calling us for help. My heart is full of regrets because I didn’t come to see her and asked her if something was wrong
Our lives are composed of sorrows and joys. If today we are happy, tomorrow we may be sad and vice versa. There are times when everything seems to be perfect and nothing can compare with the happiness that we feel during those unforgettable, momentous days, while there are some moments when life becomes so sad that they leave a trace of it for the rest of our life.
The darkest night of my life was the day my grandmother died. She’s not only a grandmother to me but also she’s a best friend that I can lean and rely on. My sisters and I treated her as our second mother at our house. While my father was away working overseas and my mother was not around working at school, my grandmother was the one who looked and took care of us since we were young. She taught us so many things and values in life. She always shares her life experiences and tells us many stories about her happiest moments in her life. She’s very kind, loving and caring to her family especially to us, her grandchildren, that’s why we call her nanay.
Everything was right and in its own place until an unexpected event happened and everything changed. I was 15 years old the time my grandmother died on July 9, 2012, 8 months to go before I will be a graduating student from high school. I can clearly remember the night before she passed away, I was very tired and exhausted in doing school works so I planned to sleep earlier to have enough rest and energy for tomorrow’s activities. My grandma was calling either me or my sister, I heard her calling but I didn’t respond because I unconsciously fell asleep and thought that my sister went to her and asked if she needed anything. When nanay calls anyone of us it means that she needs help or something that will help her feel comfortable. I didn’t think that it will be the last time she will be calling us for help. My heart is full of regrets because I didn’t come to see her and asked her if something was wrong