I watch the evening glow reflection as it radiates off of the small fountain in the middle of the pond. The melody created by the trickle of water is synchronized with the beat of my heart, each drop brings the realization closer that this will promptly morph into a fazed recollection. As the delicate air kisses my cheeks, I allow my arms to fall and absorb the comforting warmth that the dwindling summer fever generously offers. I inhale a single, prolonged breath, filling my lungs with pure and tasteful air, that you could only receive in the Northwest. The world goes dark as my lids softly drop, however, the Earth continues to sing. I create a fantasy in which my existence here is infinite.
My mind falls back into the words my relatives …show more content…
This time for a family of a new generation, I was old enough in my youth to appreciate the honor of participating in this ceremony. I walked along the grass in my petit, junior bridesmaid dress and watched two become one.
Accompanying weddings, was the traditional holiday feasts, parties celebrating one's birth and showers promoting new life. By no means, did we ever rejoice December 25th in a separate home from here. We gathered into the primary living room, bodies pressed up against one another due to the lack of room, nonetheless we compromised. The perfectly decorated, towering evergreen stood shining, motionless. Delicately wrapped offerings were placed around the light, their glimmering ribbons mirrored against the golden ornaments.
If I focus with such persistency, the aroma from the chaotic kitchen becomes genuine. The authentic taste of homemade raviolis prance along my taste buds, I can see my great grandmother rolling out the dough along side multiple other women. I see three generations of superiority, who hold the power beautifully in the family. I see my mother handing a bread basket to her mother, who then passes it once more to her own. My concentration fades and I understand that this time has expired. My great grandmother’s life came to a soft cease the day she was brought into it. That day was June …show more content…
The commotion and voices echoed throughout the bare house, the noises more daunting, the house more empty. I turned to face the horrid sight; the naked, ivory walls make my heart sink into my abdomen. As if the remembrances were chalk on a gloomy day, washed away by the rain, out of reach, gone. My grandmother stood in the once was parlor, her head hung low with sorrow across her facade. I watched as my siblings brought sealed cardboard boxes to the u hauls, as if transparent tape could contain a lifetime of tales. The foundation of this home was not concrete and wood, it was midnight ice cream sundaes, Christmas night shenanigans, hundreds of eggs hidden for the children, jumps shared on the trampoline. The swings had been swung, the balls had been bounces. The house was a righteous hult in the tremendously grand
My mind falls back into the words my relatives …show more content…
This time for a family of a new generation, I was old enough in my youth to appreciate the honor of participating in this ceremony. I walked along the grass in my petit, junior bridesmaid dress and watched two become one.
Accompanying weddings, was the traditional holiday feasts, parties celebrating one's birth and showers promoting new life. By no means, did we ever rejoice December 25th in a separate home from here. We gathered into the primary living room, bodies pressed up against one another due to the lack of room, nonetheless we compromised. The perfectly decorated, towering evergreen stood shining, motionless. Delicately wrapped offerings were placed around the light, their glimmering ribbons mirrored against the golden ornaments.
If I focus with such persistency, the aroma from the chaotic kitchen becomes genuine. The authentic taste of homemade raviolis prance along my taste buds, I can see my great grandmother rolling out the dough along side multiple other women. I see three generations of superiority, who hold the power beautifully in the family. I see my mother handing a bread basket to her mother, who then passes it once more to her own. My concentration fades and I understand that this time has expired. My great grandmother’s life came to a soft cease the day she was brought into it. That day was June …show more content…
The commotion and voices echoed throughout the bare house, the noises more daunting, the house more empty. I turned to face the horrid sight; the naked, ivory walls make my heart sink into my abdomen. As if the remembrances were chalk on a gloomy day, washed away by the rain, out of reach, gone. My grandmother stood in the once was parlor, her head hung low with sorrow across her facade. I watched as my siblings brought sealed cardboard boxes to the u hauls, as if transparent tape could contain a lifetime of tales. The foundation of this home was not concrete and wood, it was midnight ice cream sundaes, Christmas night shenanigans, hundreds of eggs hidden for the children, jumps shared on the trampoline. The swings had been swung, the balls had been bounces. The house was a righteous hult in the tremendously grand