Get Your Teen Weekly Newsletter in your inbox! Sign Up
YourTeenMag Logo

Dealing with the Loss Of A Mom | A Teenage Daughter’s Story

Dealing With the Loss of My Mother

My mom passed away from breast and ovarian cancer when I was nine years old. At the time it was difficult for me to understand how dealing with the loss of my mother would affect me in the long run because I was so young. Now, I’m 17 years old, and I think about how different my life would be if my mother were alive. Most kids take their parents for granted; they don’t realize how lucky they are to have a mom and a dad to go home to everyday.

After my mom passed away, I slowly began to take on the role as a mother figure in my household, even though before she died, my mom told me not to become the mom and instead have fun being a kid. Still, I’ve always felt the need to take care of my twin brother and dad by making sure they’re on time, waking them up in the morning and cooking them dinner.

It’s especially hard as a teenage girl not to have my mother because I can’t have the same relationship with my dad. My friends’ parents have always been supportive and available for me, but it’s still hard to see my friends with their moms when I don’t have mine. The older I get, the more I want to know who my mom was as a person. At nine, I was too young to really know her. I just wish she were here.

Dealing With Loss As A Teenager

Now that I’m older, I’ve become more aware of what happened to her. Both my mom and my grandmother died of breast cancer, and it is scary to know about my higher risk. No one knows what will happen in life, but this experience forces me to really live life to the fullest and appreciate everything.

The biggest positive from dealing with the loss of my mother is that I’m an independent, strong, young woman. I’ve had to learn a lot of things on my own in the nine years since my mom passed away, and the hard times and moments I may have missed out on have made me a stronger person. I’m prepared for my independence as an adult more than most of my peers. I do question whether I’m growing up to be the best person I can be, but at 17 years old, I am happy with who I am. I do not know why my mom had to die, but I am determined to always hope for the best and make the best out of my life.

Related Articles