I couldn't drive home so someone else had to get me home. It was
nearly four in the morning. Boy, was I drunk. I staggered to the
front door, waved to my friends, whoever they were. I couldn't
remember their names, just that they were cute. I walked in,
closed the door quietly. As I closed the door, the a/c kicked
off. I stopped in my tracks. Suddenly, everything felt dead
quiet. Dead silence. Quiet and dead. Those were the only words
that came to me. Something in my head cleared. The fog in there
started to lift. I wasn't sure what was going on. Warily, I
tiptoed to my room. I looked into my room before entering it. It
was still dark. I looked on my bed, seeing someone there. I
sobered up immediately. It was my Paw Paw. He was supine in my
bed, in his hospital gown. He faced at the door where I was
standing. He smiled at me. He smiled. I stood there for
what seemed like forever. It may have only been a minute, or it
may have been for an hour. I wasn't sure. I turned on my light
and he was gone. I sighed, not sure of what to make of it.
Probably just hallucinating. I tear off my clothes, put on
something comfy and crawl into bed and into oblivion.
A couple hours later, someone was crawling into my bed. She was
crying. Through sleepy eyes, I watched my mom snuggle up to me.
He's dead, she whispered. She didn't just cry. She let
it all out. I held my mother. I felt all of her sadness, her
fear, her anger. I closed my eyes and just held her. I took her
sadness from her. I took away her fear. I took away her anger.
After about an hour, she looked up at me, her eyes still wet from
tears. I don't know why, but I feel so much better
now.It felt reassuring to hold my mom, knowing that she was
human, knowing that I wasn't the only one hurting. Her father had
died, and I think I saw him say good-bye to me.
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