The Loving Lost of Kathy Kristine
On March 31, 2011, there was this beautiful bricked mansion-like house.
It was different from all the others because of what was inside.
Inside was Kathy and Danelle, granddaughter of Kathy.
Kathy was cooking breakfast for herself and Danelle: scrambled cheesy eggs, crispy bacon, buttermilk pancakes, and delicious sausage.
While Kathy was cooking, Danelle prepared the orange julius.
They had sat down to eat their delicious, smelling good food.
While they ate, they talked about things that scattered around Danelles’ mind.
Danelle asks, “Why couldn’t my mom have me?”
Kathy understandingly responds by saying, “Sometimes us, girls, can’t have babies.
There’s no specific reason, it’s just that some of us …show more content…
She encounters anger, depression, and loneliness.
When my grandma Kathy first had her accident,
I was so angry at the world.
What did I ever do to deserve this feeling? The doctors took care of her burns that were so severe, but she had to stay in the hospital for a whole week.
When she slept, I stayed by her side no matter what.
As I was by her side, I had no idea that I had walked into a world of fog.
Anger is a fiery red ball that controls Danelle at times; it completely takes over her and she has no control over it.
Once my grandma was in the hospital, anger controlled my body and took over me. It was like I had no way out but to hold my grandmas’ hand while she lay there in that hospital bed. Holding her hand made me smile and get over my anger just by knowing her spirit was there with me. I stayed there day and night with my thumb caresing against her hand. Anger came back every now and then when someone put more pressure on me, but I always triumphed it by hanging on to my grandmas’ spirit.
Depression is a blue, slimy glob that crawls under Danelles’ skin that makes her feel empty and lost …show more content…
When my dad first started drinking,
I would sit down and talk to him about things so she could let it out and move on. After a few talks and more drinks, that didn’t work anymore.
I’d have to scratch the magical eraser and Joseph would appear. Instead of Joseph spraying my dad with his “Unforgettable” memory spray,
I asked to keep it so I wouldn’t have to keep calling to him.
Joseph wasn’t budging at first, because he thought I’d abuse the power of the spray.
After I explained to him that the more I scratched at the eraser, the more it was going away; he became more lenient.
I told him if I kept scratching at it, eventually I wouldn’t be able to get his help anymore.
He finally gave it to me, and it was hard for me but I sprayed my dad twice so that he would forget his thirst for liquor.
It took my dad three trials of the memory spray for him to quench his thirst for the liquor
I was happy this worked so that we could both move on.
I scratched the eraser one last time and suddenly Joseph appeared;
I returned him his memory spray, and I cheerfully thanked him for all his help during this horrifying
On March 31, 2011, there was this beautiful bricked mansion-like house.
It was different from all the others because of what was inside.
Inside was Kathy and Danelle, granddaughter of Kathy.
Kathy was cooking breakfast for herself and Danelle: scrambled cheesy eggs, crispy bacon, buttermilk pancakes, and delicious sausage.
While Kathy was cooking, Danelle prepared the orange julius.
They had sat down to eat their delicious, smelling good food.
While they ate, they talked about things that scattered around Danelles’ mind.
Danelle asks, “Why couldn’t my mom have me?”
Kathy understandingly responds by saying, “Sometimes us, girls, can’t have babies.
There’s no specific reason, it’s just that some of us …show more content…
She encounters anger, depression, and loneliness.
When my grandma Kathy first had her accident,
I was so angry at the world.
What did I ever do to deserve this feeling? The doctors took care of her burns that were so severe, but she had to stay in the hospital for a whole week.
When she slept, I stayed by her side no matter what.
As I was by her side, I had no idea that I had walked into a world of fog.
Anger is a fiery red ball that controls Danelle at times; it completely takes over her and she has no control over it.
Once my grandma was in the hospital, anger controlled my body and took over me. It was like I had no way out but to hold my grandmas’ hand while she lay there in that hospital bed. Holding her hand made me smile and get over my anger just by knowing her spirit was there with me. I stayed there day and night with my thumb caresing against her hand. Anger came back every now and then when someone put more pressure on me, but I always triumphed it by hanging on to my grandmas’ spirit.
Depression is a blue, slimy glob that crawls under Danelles’ skin that makes her feel empty and lost …show more content…
When my dad first started drinking,
I would sit down and talk to him about things so she could let it out and move on. After a few talks and more drinks, that didn’t work anymore.
I’d have to scratch the magical eraser and Joseph would appear. Instead of Joseph spraying my dad with his “Unforgettable” memory spray,
I asked to keep it so I wouldn’t have to keep calling to him.
Joseph wasn’t budging at first, because he thought I’d abuse the power of the spray.
After I explained to him that the more I scratched at the eraser, the more it was going away; he became more lenient.
I told him if I kept scratching at it, eventually I wouldn’t be able to get his help anymore.
He finally gave it to me, and it was hard for me but I sprayed my dad twice so that he would forget his thirst for liquor.
It took my dad three trials of the memory spray for him to quench his thirst for the liquor
I was happy this worked so that we could both move on.
I scratched the eraser one last time and suddenly Joseph appeared;
I returned him his memory spray, and I cheerfully thanked him for all his help during this horrifying