It’s a chilly winter-spring morning, March 26, 2014. I walk down the stone stairs and look out the glass door of my Bubbe and Zeddie’s house, and see the misty air, and the trees blowing slowly side to side. It reminds me of myself after I get off of a roller coaster at Knott 's Berry Farm. I smell the fresh scent of the morning in my nostrils. It cools them, though they are already cold, from the air conditioning. There’s a sense of calmness running through the atmosphere. I don’t know whether or not it’s because of the quietness, or natural light flowing around the walkway and around the house. I feel at peace.
I see my family gathering, and I join, in curiosity. I feel warm wearing my Hebrew Academy uniform. Rubbing my hands together, bringing …show more content…
“She’s no longer with us.” My Bubbe informs me, with a sad look on her face. I knew this was coming, we all did. Just not when.
“Oh” was the only thing I could get out of my mouth at the moment. I don’t know what to say, or what to do. I feel like a lost puppy in an alleyway. I don’t know where to go, or who to go to. Then two words pop out of my mouth, that dwindle down my curiosity about the topic. “Since when?” I ask feeling kind of embarrassed, I feel as if I’m pestering my family.
“Last night.” Yet again, it seems like everyone had answers for my questions. I seem to have all the information, so why don’t I feel as sad as I should. I know I am sad, but why can’t show it through the tears running down my cheeks. I want to cry, I really do. At that moment all I can think is,
Why? Why am I not crying? Why don’t I feel as sad I should? Am I some sort of devil child? I loved her so much! WHY?! JUST CRY KYLA! She was such an amazing woman. Strong, brave, outgoing. All these things I will admire her for forever. I remember, one time we went to this completely vegetarian restaurant. My great grandma ordered something that had some sort of false meat, and the waitress came up to our table, and asked, “So, how’s everything going over
I see my family gathering, and I join, in curiosity. I feel warm wearing my Hebrew Academy uniform. Rubbing my hands together, bringing …show more content…
“She’s no longer with us.” My Bubbe informs me, with a sad look on her face. I knew this was coming, we all did. Just not when.
“Oh” was the only thing I could get out of my mouth at the moment. I don’t know what to say, or what to do. I feel like a lost puppy in an alleyway. I don’t know where to go, or who to go to. Then two words pop out of my mouth, that dwindle down my curiosity about the topic. “Since when?” I ask feeling kind of embarrassed, I feel as if I’m pestering my family.
“Last night.” Yet again, it seems like everyone had answers for my questions. I seem to have all the information, so why don’t I feel as sad as I should. I know I am sad, but why can’t show it through the tears running down my cheeks. I want to cry, I really do. At that moment all I can think is,
Why? Why am I not crying? Why don’t I feel as sad I should? Am I some sort of devil child? I loved her so much! WHY?! JUST CRY KYLA! She was such an amazing woman. Strong, brave, outgoing. All these things I will admire her for forever. I remember, one time we went to this completely vegetarian restaurant. My great grandma ordered something that had some sort of false meat, and the waitress came up to our table, and asked, “So, how’s everything going over