Distant Memories

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Whack! Sound ringing, I hit my egg on my Baba's. With some help from the kitchen lights, we checked for cracks. Knowing the winner would be the one with no crack, I looked at the, hopefully smooth shell of the egg.

"Dang it," I said. Of course, he beat me again. Looking up into his face, I saw he was smiling. I smiled back. He lifted up his egg; the white surface was as smooth as the dark sky out the window. My face wrinkled, than broke out laughing. Looking around, I saw the rest of the family hadn't noticed. Looking back at him, I saw he was still smiling. I remember that smile from all those months ago. Little did I know that may be one of the last times I ever would see it.

In my minds eye, the scene changed. It was later in July. My brother, my dad and I, were walking to my grandparents drive way to the screen door. The brick house looked even older than the sky above. Knocking twice, I stood in front of the metal screen door.

When the door opened I heard his casual, "Goo, goo!" Remembering him sitting there in his blue Lazy Boy chair smiling. That was what I saw every time I came over for the last 10 years, but now I would never see that again. That day, I left knowing he was sick, with a pit in my stomach.

In my head the setting changed once again. It was a bright Sunday in Granite Falls. My parents and little brother came to see me and my older brother at H.V.C. (an over night summer camp that last 3 weeks). We all were sitting in the car, having just shown them around the camp. They were telling us about what was going on at home, when they told me.

"Last night, Baba passed away." That part of her very long story rang in my ears.

I was back in the present, but still at H.V.C. Lying in the top bunk of a rickety, old bunk bed, I thought. I thought about him, his smile, his mustache and all about him. Sitting up, I looked at the empty tent. I closed my eyes, hoping, wishing that when I opened them, he would be standing in front of me smiling. Slowly and carefully, I opened my eyes. I thought if I opened them the wrong way, he would disappear. He wasn't there, the yellow canvas tent remained empty. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I was like a dam broke in my eyes, as tears began to roll down. Soothing, that was what I felt as tears fell. They felt welcome in my time of sadness. My expression didn't change, as my face got wetter and wetter.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 02, 2015 ⏰

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