Death is Part of Life
It was a chilly afternoon in Santa Rosa, the trees were stripped of their leaves and their branches hovered over the ground like skinny wooden fingers while the cool wind drifted and moaned. I was in my parents room watching my favorite Mexican telenovela. I was with my little sister, who has always been really close and clingy to me. My father came into the room and asked me to pause the television.
“I want to tell you something” he divulged.
‘What is it?” I asked him.
“You remember your grandpa Juan right?”
“Of course.”
“He is very sick.” he broke the news.
“What? What do you mean?” I queried. Memories were emanating of my grandpa. Bald and with a toothless smile, only a few gray hairs on the sides of his …show more content…
My sister Rubi, who was 4 years old, was just looking at me, not really understanding and she began to cry too. At that time I had only lost my grandma from my dad’s side. I was a baby at the time so I didn’t remember, so this was my first grandparent that has died with me being completely aware of it. The night arrived, I was asleep and my mom got home from work. She worked at Amy’s Kitchen. She didn’t get education at Mexico because times were different back then. She always encouraged me to do well in school “so you won’t be like us”. She started filling up her black suitcase with clothes--jeans, blouses, socks, Rubi’s pants and shirts--they awoke me and I drowsily put on my clothes. I saw her sad eyes, they were black clouds in a white sky; I understood this was her dad and this was catastrophic for her. I didn’t know what to say to her so I just comforted her by hugging and keeping close to …show more content…
It is a beautiful pueblo with roads made of stone and dirt and houses made of bricks. Flowers and trees adorn the houses and schools. Concepción de Buenos Aires is not that big but it can be called a town. We got to my house. At the front is a tall black metallic gate and inside of the gate there is a garden with different types of elegant cacti, vivid flowers and pots of lovely shade plants. The door was open and Rubi peeked out the door and saw us. Her face was bewildered and she beamed and her eyes got watery. We hugged her, I had missed her so much. Then I embraced and smooched my mother. My grandma in a black shawl and brown flowered dress came followed by my aunt Maria Elena, who we call Nena, in blue jeans and a pink shirt. We greeted each other and more of my aunts and uncles came to welcome us. It was an amiable reunion and they sat to conversate with
It was a chilly afternoon in Santa Rosa, the trees were stripped of their leaves and their branches hovered over the ground like skinny wooden fingers while the cool wind drifted and moaned. I was in my parents room watching my favorite Mexican telenovela. I was with my little sister, who has always been really close and clingy to me. My father came into the room and asked me to pause the television.
“I want to tell you something” he divulged.
‘What is it?” I asked him.
“You remember your grandpa Juan right?”
“Of course.”
“He is very sick.” he broke the news.
“What? What do you mean?” I queried. Memories were emanating of my grandpa. Bald and with a toothless smile, only a few gray hairs on the sides of his …show more content…
My sister Rubi, who was 4 years old, was just looking at me, not really understanding and she began to cry too. At that time I had only lost my grandma from my dad’s side. I was a baby at the time so I didn’t remember, so this was my first grandparent that has died with me being completely aware of it. The night arrived, I was asleep and my mom got home from work. She worked at Amy’s Kitchen. She didn’t get education at Mexico because times were different back then. She always encouraged me to do well in school “so you won’t be like us”. She started filling up her black suitcase with clothes--jeans, blouses, socks, Rubi’s pants and shirts--they awoke me and I drowsily put on my clothes. I saw her sad eyes, they were black clouds in a white sky; I understood this was her dad and this was catastrophic for her. I didn’t know what to say to her so I just comforted her by hugging and keeping close to …show more content…
It is a beautiful pueblo with roads made of stone and dirt and houses made of bricks. Flowers and trees adorn the houses and schools. Concepción de Buenos Aires is not that big but it can be called a town. We got to my house. At the front is a tall black metallic gate and inside of the gate there is a garden with different types of elegant cacti, vivid flowers and pots of lovely shade plants. The door was open and Rubi peeked out the door and saw us. Her face was bewildered and she beamed and her eyes got watery. We hugged her, I had missed her so much. Then I embraced and smooched my mother. My grandma in a black shawl and brown flowered dress came followed by my aunt Maria Elena, who we call Nena, in blue jeans and a pink shirt. We greeted each other and more of my aunts and uncles came to welcome us. It was an amiable reunion and they sat to conversate with