Grief
Grief will not trap us, but that day. . . .
The rain was pounding on my window. I stayed in bed, not wanting to get up.
“Lilith Alice Smith! Get out of bed right now!” my mom barked.
“Fine,” I groaned. I got up slowly and I put on my outfit. I dragged myself to the washroom, then I heard the phone ring and someone pick it up. Then, a painful scream rang around the house. I hadn’t thought much about it. This scream was different, but I didn’t notice. I just continued brushing my teeth.
When I went downstairs, my mom was crying, my dad was supporting her, and my older brother was quiet. I should have noticed then—these things usually never happen—but I still didn’t. “What happened?” I asked.
“Your grandpa called,” my dad said quietly. …show more content…
We all need support,” my mom whispered.
“I’m so sorry I was ignorant, but I never imagined—” I said. I shuddered.
My dad gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and a weak smile.
The rest of the day, we were at my grandpa’s house with the rest of our family, mourning. The rain was pounding down the entire day. Gramps secretly had given me something, although Grandma’s things were supposed to be kept with him. It was Grandma’s golden locket.
“She would have wanted this to be passed on, generation after generation, and you were always her favourite. Give it to one of your grandkids when you’re older. Pass it on and keep it in the family,” Gramps had said. I saw a sliver of a smile under those grieving eyes of his.
That was the worst day of my life.
Today is the day I’ve been dreading. It’s Grandma’s funeral. I’m sitting on my bed, staring outside. The sun isn’t up yet, but everyone’s getting ready. My mom’s already dressed when she comes in to help me get ready. She’s wearing a plain, knee-length dress that’s traditionally black. She’s wearing two diamond earrings and she also has a diamond bracelet that Grandma had given her when she was pregnant with me as a congratulations
Grief will not trap us, but that day. . . .
The rain was pounding on my window. I stayed in bed, not wanting to get up.
“Lilith Alice Smith! Get out of bed right now!” my mom barked.
“Fine,” I groaned. I got up slowly and I put on my outfit. I dragged myself to the washroom, then I heard the phone ring and someone pick it up. Then, a painful scream rang around the house. I hadn’t thought much about it. This scream was different, but I didn’t notice. I just continued brushing my teeth.
When I went downstairs, my mom was crying, my dad was supporting her, and my older brother was quiet. I should have noticed then—these things usually never happen—but I still didn’t. “What happened?” I asked.
“Your grandpa called,” my dad said quietly. …show more content…
We all need support,” my mom whispered.
“I’m so sorry I was ignorant, but I never imagined—” I said. I shuddered.
My dad gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and a weak smile.
The rest of the day, we were at my grandpa’s house with the rest of our family, mourning. The rain was pounding down the entire day. Gramps secretly had given me something, although Grandma’s things were supposed to be kept with him. It was Grandma’s golden locket.
“She would have wanted this to be passed on, generation after generation, and you were always her favourite. Give it to one of your grandkids when you’re older. Pass it on and keep it in the family,” Gramps had said. I saw a sliver of a smile under those grieving eyes of his.
That was the worst day of my life.
Today is the day I’ve been dreading. It’s Grandma’s funeral. I’m sitting on my bed, staring outside. The sun isn’t up yet, but everyone’s getting ready. My mom’s already dressed when she comes in to help me get ready. She’s wearing a plain, knee-length dress that’s traditionally black. She’s wearing two diamond earrings and she also has a diamond bracelet that Grandma had given her when she was pregnant with me as a congratulations