When my family first moved to Illinois, we lived in a home a few blocks away from my
grandparents. We would visit them on occasion, but it was never a daily thing. I always remembered to expect a big fluff of fur to jump on me, and lick all over my face. Their husky, Kiara, always seemed to have missed me, but I really didn’t feel the same way. I think it was the height difference that was created when she stood on her back paws, but it frightened me every single time.
“I hate this dog! Why is she always all over me? Make her stop!” I yelled.
“Kelsi, stop overreacting she does that to everyone!” replied my parents.
After being greeted by Kiara, I always knew to expect a drawer filled with candy upon entering the house. My grandparents would always make sure to fill up the hungry stomachs of my brother, Kirby, and I. Unfortunately, as time progressed; we began the long road trip of moving. Between Missouri and Illinois; a distance had been created. There was no longer Kiara, candy, or the stories about my dad during his youth. Everything began to fall down. I would only receive cards for special holidays, but it wasn’t ever the same. Ties between my other half of my family that lived …show more content…
We saw a woman that looked exactly like Debbie. It was. There was no communication exchanged with her. It was silent. It was a room divided between Debbie’s family, and ours. A funeral shouldn’t be seen as two sides of families, but that’s what it was. Debbie’s side looked very happy, and nonchalant over the fact that someone had just passed away that she was married too. I felt the distance between her, and us. It’s a feeling that one can never forget. Importantly, I was happy to see family that I hadn’t seen since 2009. I saw my oldest brother, Brad, my aunt and uncle, cousins, and friends of my grandfather. It felt as if we reconnected as a family just within that small frame of
grandparents. We would visit them on occasion, but it was never a daily thing. I always remembered to expect a big fluff of fur to jump on me, and lick all over my face. Their husky, Kiara, always seemed to have missed me, but I really didn’t feel the same way. I think it was the height difference that was created when she stood on her back paws, but it frightened me every single time.
“I hate this dog! Why is she always all over me? Make her stop!” I yelled.
“Kelsi, stop overreacting she does that to everyone!” replied my parents.
After being greeted by Kiara, I always knew to expect a drawer filled with candy upon entering the house. My grandparents would always make sure to fill up the hungry stomachs of my brother, Kirby, and I. Unfortunately, as time progressed; we began the long road trip of moving. Between Missouri and Illinois; a distance had been created. There was no longer Kiara, candy, or the stories about my dad during his youth. Everything began to fall down. I would only receive cards for special holidays, but it wasn’t ever the same. Ties between my other half of my family that lived …show more content…
We saw a woman that looked exactly like Debbie. It was. There was no communication exchanged with her. It was silent. It was a room divided between Debbie’s family, and ours. A funeral shouldn’t be seen as two sides of families, but that’s what it was. Debbie’s side looked very happy, and nonchalant over the fact that someone had just passed away that she was married too. I felt the distance between her, and us. It’s a feeling that one can never forget. Importantly, I was happy to see family that I hadn’t seen since 2009. I saw my oldest brother, Brad, my aunt and uncle, cousins, and friends of my grandfather. It felt as if we reconnected as a family just within that small frame of