The Three Days of Tragic Death
I fell into grief, not once, but three times. Grief is the most painful things I experienced, more painful than falling off my bike or getting hit with a basketball. We are told at one point to treasure the ones we love while we still have them; is that what happened with me, I didn’t treasure my loved ones enough? I tell these stories to get it out of my system and as a tribute to the ones I lost. I kind of wish I never learned the concept of death so I could still hope they would come back, but reality has to sink in sometime. As you read, you might want to have some tissues beside you, just in case you start thinking about your lost loved one.
Like most children growing up, I didn’t understand that when someone …show more content…
My father took me to my great-grandparents’ house to bury her. Honey’s coffin was a Q-tip box with some hamster bedding inside. I also wrote a farewell note, which I read at her ‘funeral’ and it was buried with her. It was sad to know that my hamster was gone, but in retrospect, I wasn’t a very good pet parent. Later in years, I got two new hamsters. Unfortunately, they died too. I didn’t cry that time; I knew it was my fault.
My second loss was my great-grandfather. I was in 6th grade so I was 12 or 13 then. I love my great-grandparents; I would even say I’m very close to them. My great-grandfather was a, as they say, man’s man. I would see him in the garage, doing some kind of handy work. My great-grandfather also used to take me to this park that was close to the house. I had a lot of fun there, swinging on swings, sliding down slides, running around the area, all under the supervision of my great-grandfather. What I didn’t understand is how sick that my great-grandfather was; I knew about his blood-sugar thing but nothing beyond that. I believe that began to see the seriousness of his health when I heard about him going to the hospital. I don’t recall the time I heard …show more content…
Her name was Ms. Tanner. She used to be my aftercare teacher, she was a really sweet lady. I struck up conversations with her and she was pretty easy to talk to. Whenever I wrote poems, I would show them to her and she loved them. I heard she had a tumor in her brain or something like that, I no longer remember. Once again, I was naïve enough to believe she would just bounce back. My assumptions were shot down when I heard that she died. I started to cry, Mrs. Denney was crying, SarahBeth was crying; I wrote in my feelings journal about how sad I was that she was gone. That first God took away my grandfather and now He takes my teacher. I even told this to my mother when she picked me up and she told me “God doesn’t take anyone away.” Was I wrong for feeling that way? For the rest of the day after hearing that news, I was pretty sad. I didn’t see the point of enjoying anything positive for that day. For awhile I have stopped writing poems until this year in drama for our literary
I fell into grief, not once, but three times. Grief is the most painful things I experienced, more painful than falling off my bike or getting hit with a basketball. We are told at one point to treasure the ones we love while we still have them; is that what happened with me, I didn’t treasure my loved ones enough? I tell these stories to get it out of my system and as a tribute to the ones I lost. I kind of wish I never learned the concept of death so I could still hope they would come back, but reality has to sink in sometime. As you read, you might want to have some tissues beside you, just in case you start thinking about your lost loved one.
Like most children growing up, I didn’t understand that when someone …show more content…
My father took me to my great-grandparents’ house to bury her. Honey’s coffin was a Q-tip box with some hamster bedding inside. I also wrote a farewell note, which I read at her ‘funeral’ and it was buried with her. It was sad to know that my hamster was gone, but in retrospect, I wasn’t a very good pet parent. Later in years, I got two new hamsters. Unfortunately, they died too. I didn’t cry that time; I knew it was my fault.
My second loss was my great-grandfather. I was in 6th grade so I was 12 or 13 then. I love my great-grandparents; I would even say I’m very close to them. My great-grandfather was a, as they say, man’s man. I would see him in the garage, doing some kind of handy work. My great-grandfather also used to take me to this park that was close to the house. I had a lot of fun there, swinging on swings, sliding down slides, running around the area, all under the supervision of my great-grandfather. What I didn’t understand is how sick that my great-grandfather was; I knew about his blood-sugar thing but nothing beyond that. I believe that began to see the seriousness of his health when I heard about him going to the hospital. I don’t recall the time I heard …show more content…
Her name was Ms. Tanner. She used to be my aftercare teacher, she was a really sweet lady. I struck up conversations with her and she was pretty easy to talk to. Whenever I wrote poems, I would show them to her and she loved them. I heard she had a tumor in her brain or something like that, I no longer remember. Once again, I was naïve enough to believe she would just bounce back. My assumptions were shot down when I heard that she died. I started to cry, Mrs. Denney was crying, SarahBeth was crying; I wrote in my feelings journal about how sad I was that she was gone. That first God took away my grandfather and now He takes my teacher. I even told this to my mother when she picked me up and she told me “God doesn’t take anyone away.” Was I wrong for feeling that way? For the rest of the day after hearing that news, I was pretty sad. I didn’t see the point of enjoying anything positive for that day. For awhile I have stopped writing poems until this year in drama for our literary