Essay about A Winter Spring At Knott 's Berry Farm
I see my family gathering, and I join, in curiosity. I feel warm wearing my Hebrew Academy uniform. Rubbing my hands together, bringing warmth to my cool hands, I blow hot air from my mouth onto my fingers, and feel heat rush through my body, like an airplane rushing into the sky, after taking off. Quick, at first, but slowing response in a calming way. They murmur amongst themselves, and I join the conversation. I waited until there’s silence and ask, “Where’s Grandma?”
I get a response almost immediately. “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,…