Essay On The Worst Day Of My Life

It happened 17 to 18 years ago. I was still living at my parents house. That day I came from a friend and drove up the main street through my village. I took a glance at my parents house while driving. There were flashing blue lights and I wondered what might have happened. At first I thought the old lady next to us had an accident but there was something that made me feel discomforted. The flashing blue lights were to far to the left.

They were not in front of the old lady’s house but my home instead.

The discomfort grew inside of me. I drove faster and reached the intersection that leads to my home. I saw a paramedic enter the rescue vehicle who closed the door behind him. Then the vehicle drove away and passed me by. I had a really bad feeling as I reached the entrance area of my home. Suddenly my brother ran out of the house and I saw that he had been crying.

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He told me that our mother had an accident and he had been the one who called the ambulance service. He was very confused and couldn’t tell me what exactly had happened. But he informed me that he already called my grandmother. She and my uncle would pick us up and drive with us to the hospital.

They arrived about 10 minutes later and told us that they had already informed our father. My father would arrive about 2 hours later because he was working in Vienna at that time and he had to drive 150 km to the hospital. My grandmother and my uncle took us to the hospital. Everyone was deeply concerned because at that time only my brother knew what had happened but he only spoke some nonsense out of shock and confusion. After we arrived at the hospital we couldn’t see my mother directly because she was still having an emergency surgery. They only told us that her condition was still very critical but also praised my brother. If he had found my mother a few minutes later it would have been too late for her. We asked what exactly happened to her but they didn’t tell us at that time cause brother and I were too young and my grandmother and uncle weren’t qualified. So we waited for my father to arrive. He came while my mother was still having the surgery.

They told us in his presence that my mother had a brain haemorrhage. After the surgery had ended and my mother woke up, my father and us children went into her room. She took a look at us and asked who we were. I was shocked and started crying out loud. My own mother couldn’t recognise me. She also couldn’t recognise my father and my brother. It was much more horrifying seeing her not recognising us than loosing her all together. It was really the worst day of my life. My mother recovered in the next month somewhat so that she is now very much self sufficient. The happenings of that day is a remembrance I will never forget.