It's crazy, the things we don't notice when we are struck by tragedy.
Lying in bed now, listening to the practically constant rain of another May night, I begin to look back at the times when my grandfather and great-grandmother left this world forever.
The moments often seem quite unclear to me; my memory is poor anyways, made even poorer when my brain tries to block it all out. I usually remember small moments from the days but nothing of much substance.
Tonight, however, a whiplash of curiosity came to me in a moment of pondering. Strangely enough, I began to wonder what the weather was like on the days when they decided to pass on.
October 4th, 2013. It was a sunny day, a high of 79 degrees; extremely warm for it being October. I remember wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; I remember a strange feeling in the house as I wandered from room to room; only as I become an adult have I realized that unfamiliar feeling was an imminent mixture of both grief and sorrow. Our emotions were miserable, but in all honesty, it truly was a perfect day to be your last. I feel like, somewhere deep in my heart, I know Papaw was thinking the exact same thing.
November 27th, 2013. One day before Thanksgiving. It was cloudy, unbelievably cold. Snow began to fall; it stuck like glue to the few leaves that remained on the trees. I remember the cool comforter under my legs, the open curtains raining in light from the snowy day. I remember finding a Bible to read to you in your final moments. Most of all, I remember my hitched breathe finally releasing itself as I watched you breath your very last.
It's crazy, the things we begin to remember as we relive a tragedy.
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Random Short Glimpses Into My Mind
De TodoA collection of short stories, poems, and emotionally charged pieces. Writing has become an outlet for me to express any positive or negative emotion I may feel. If you feel like you're feeling something deep down and want to know if you're the only...
