Personal Narrative: My Loss Of Honor
I stood in trauma room number one with my FFA official uniform on with my heartbroken mother by my side. When I got up that spring morning, I was shaken with nerves because I didn’t feel prepared enough to say a speech at my FFA contest that my chapter was leaving for that morning. That turned out to be the least of my worries that day. I had only been at school for fifteen minutes when I received a call from my mother that my Mamaw BJ, her mother, had passed away. We rushed to the hospital. I stood at the corner of the room so I wasn’t forced to look at the cold, still body that I was used to running up to and squeezing with love whenever I saw it. We stood there for hours and hours and hours it seemed. Her death is one of the most prominent