Fourth of July, July 4, is a traditional holiday celebrated all around the world. On the fourth of July the usual ritual includes: grilling, pop firecrackers and most importantly enjoy time with your family. Every holiday is supposed to be cheerful and fun, but on this particular holiday mine was not. Having someone from your family die is a tragic issue to deal with especially on a holiday. Knowing that you will never see a loved one again can break anyone heart. I have lost multiple relatives, but the most recent death I encountered was my uncle Zachary Clark. Remembering the events from that the fourth of July still give me chills. I drove to Columbus, GA, my hometown, to visit my family for the holidays. When I first arrived I went to
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I woke up around 10 o’clock a.m., because my family was downstairs crying extremely loud. I walked outside to get a break for the shenanigans inside my home. The sky was a pretty blue and the sun shined brighter than ever. I smiled knowing that he made it into heaven’s gates. My father came outside to gaze into the sky also and talk to me. My father, Emmett, was my uncle oldest brother. He told me, “Tivanni I know this will be hard, but you have to go get dressed”. I agreed with my father and walked into the house. Approximately 11:30 a.m. I was dressed and awaiting to leave my home. My entire family gathered in a circle and prayed to my uncle before we left. When were finished we got into the truck and headed the funeral home. We arrived at the funeral home within thirty minutes and everyone started to surround the truck. As I stepped onto the pavement, my ankles started to weaken. I was nervous. I did not know what to do at that moment in my life. I had not seen my uncle since the holiday. The world started to move in slow motion around me. I walked into the viewing room and couldn’t believe what I saw. My uncle laying in a casket, so peaceful. I walked towards him and touched his clothes to see if I had still been asleep. He had on a Georgia hat, a red vest with a white button up vest underneath and a gold Burberry watch. I touched his Georgia hat, and I replayed the last day I saw him in my head. His voiced echoed
I woke up around 10 o’clock a.m., because my family was downstairs crying extremely loud. I walked outside to get a break for the shenanigans inside my home. The sky was a pretty blue and the sun shined brighter than ever. I smiled knowing that he made it into heaven’s gates. My father came outside to gaze into the sky also and talk to me. My father, Emmett, was my uncle oldest brother. He told me, “Tivanni I know this will be hard, but you have to go get dressed”. I agreed with my father and walked into the house. Approximately 11:30 a.m. I was dressed and awaiting to leave my home. My entire family gathered in a circle and prayed to my uncle before we left. When were finished we got into the truck and headed the funeral home. We arrived at the funeral home within thirty minutes and everyone started to surround the truck. As I stepped onto the pavement, my ankles started to weaken. I was nervous. I did not know what to do at that moment in my life. I had not seen my uncle since the holiday. The world started to move in slow motion around me. I walked into the viewing room and couldn’t believe what I saw. My uncle laying in a casket, so peaceful. I walked towards him and touched his clothes to see if I had still been asleep. He had on a Georgia hat, a red vest with a white button up vest underneath and a gold Burberry watch. I touched his Georgia hat, and I replayed the last day I saw him in my head. His voiced echoed