It is when we are asleep, we are given the power to let our minds wander. To lose all sense of reality and drift aimlessly through our subconscious thoughts and dreams. A time when all of our problems and struggles in the physical world slip away for a brief period of time. It is when we wake, we are forced to face the harsh reality of the world we live in. A world with crime and hate. A world with negativity and injustices. A world world with death and sadness.
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful morning on August 13, 2013, a Tuesday. I remember rays of sunshine slipping through the blinds awakening me from my peaceful slumber. I slowly crawled out of my bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Where is the smell of coffee? Where is the blaring sound of country music dad plays every morning? I immediately knew something was wrong. I continued my walk to the living room where I found my mother hunched over, clutching a phone to her ear while my dad, perched next to her, rubbed smooth, comforting circles on her back. My mom took no notice of me, while my dad on the other hand was giving me a look confirming my thoughts. I stood by the doorway for a few minutes before I decided to retreat back to my room coming to the conclusion that my parents were not going to acknowledge me for some time. My sisters and sat I together and pondered what could have happened. About twenty minutes later, my parents come in with looks of despair on their faces. It was then I found out my cousin Billy was dead. …show more content…
Why?” we would ask. My parents gave only vague answers. I was finding myself frustrated. Was I close with Billy? No. I had only met him a handful of times throughout my life. However, he was still family. That night, I remember rolling around on my bed trying to rid my head of thoughts of Billy. I realized that was not going to happen. All of a sudden a single tear rolled down my cheek until full on sobs began to wrack my
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful morning on August 13, 2013, a Tuesday. I remember rays of sunshine slipping through the blinds awakening me from my peaceful slumber. I slowly crawled out of my bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Where is the smell of coffee? Where is the blaring sound of country music dad plays every morning? I immediately knew something was wrong. I continued my walk to the living room where I found my mother hunched over, clutching a phone to her ear while my dad, perched next to her, rubbed smooth, comforting circles on her back. My mom took no notice of me, while my dad on the other hand was giving me a look confirming my thoughts. I stood by the doorway for a few minutes before I decided to retreat back to my room coming to the conclusion that my parents were not going to acknowledge me for some time. My sisters and sat I together and pondered what could have happened. About twenty minutes later, my parents come in with looks of despair on their faces. It was then I found out my cousin Billy was dead. …show more content…
Why?” we would ask. My parents gave only vague answers. I was finding myself frustrated. Was I close with Billy? No. I had only met him a handful of times throughout my life. However, he was still family. That night, I remember rolling around on my bed trying to rid my head of thoughts of Billy. I realized that was not going to happen. All of a sudden a single tear rolled down my cheek until full on sobs began to wrack my