Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This piece is really close to my heart. This is memory i have from when i was little and my grandfather passed away. It was a hard time for my family. I felt that this was a story that had to be told. Thank you.

Submitted: June 18, 2013

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Lost

By Haley Braun

 

When I was a little girl, I never considered the concept of death. My inexperienced mind believed people lived forever. Those innocent thoughts changed when I was eight years old. It was the summer before my third grade year and I was excited as ever to start school and see all my friends. I had just finished eating my supper when my mother received a phone call. I smiled as I examined her smiling face; her blue eyes, her freckles. My mother’s face soon turned to one of concern and fear. I couldn’t hear the conversation but even my eight year old brain registered it certainly wasn’t a good one.

Hanging up the phone, my mother looked at me and forced a smile.

“Go pack a bag sweetie, we’re going to go visit grandpa for a little bit.” My mother’s voice rang out.

Taking the stairs as fast I could, I ran up into my room and grabbed my backpack. After shoving as many random clothes as I could in it, I walked back downstairs to see my brothers and parents waiting for me.

“Alright, let’s go,” I heard my dad say as he picked me up and carried me to the car.

Thirty minutes later we were walking into my grandparent’s house. I skipped into the house and instantly sat down to watch cartoons like I had so many times before.

“Come here Hales,” My mom said in a soft voice. Taking her outstretched hand, I got up and followed her. When we reached the living room I couldn’t help but gasp. In the living room my grandfather lay in a hospital bed fully equipped with machines I didn’t recognize. Except he wasn’t the man that I had remembered. He was pale; lifeless. His snow white skin seemed to reflect the rays of sun coming in from the sliding door. His breathing was labored and the bags under his eyes were evident. His once healthy body looked as if it weighed no more than one hundred pounds. My heart broke at the sight of him.

“Mommy, what’s wrong with grandpa?” I asked, my voice shaking.

With tears in her eyes, my mother looked down at me. “He’s sick, honey.”

Grandpa’s eyes flickered open and his face held a smile. His eyes moved between my mom and I, his smile unfading. That night I fell asleep to the sounds of Angry Beavers cheering me up. When I woke, everything was different. The sounds of panic and crying filled my ears. I shot up and instantly ran to where the noise was.

“What’s wrong?” I asked loud enough for everyone to hear. My dad quickly walked over to me and led me away from the living room.

“Daddy, why are you crying?”

My dad sat me down on his lap and looked me in the eyes.

“Grandpa went to a better place, sweetie.”

The world went blank around me. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes.

“No. No no no. He can’t be daddy.”

My mom walked into the room then, the pain clear on her face. And there I sat, crying with my parents holding me. The loss of my grandfather burning inside of me and wrenching at my heart. The memories of all of his corny jokes and the smiles we shared flooded my mind.

I cried until it seemed I had no tears left. I knew my grandfather wouldn’t want me to remember him like this, and so I didn’t. I remembered the four wheeler rides I wished would never end, the hours of enjoyment we got from the simple act of hitting golf balls in his back yard. I remembered the good times and I finally understood the concept of death.  In my head, I knew that everything was okay but I couldn’t seem to communicate that to my heart. It felt as if it was slowly breaking. Although I couldn’t remember being very close to him, I knew things would never be the same. My mother would never see her father again; my brothers and I would never see my grandfather.  We eventually came to terms with this but it definitely didn’t come easy. He will be forever in our hearts. 


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