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In memory of Simon David Carter
It was a chilled morning;The Winters dew slumber upon the frozen earth. Another bitter day that pronounced no remorse for human spirit, yet the earth from my bedroom window appeared beautiful, despite the blistering cold that waits outside.
7am.
This Tuesday morning opened as another insignifficant memory until the loud crack of the brass door knocker breaks the silence of daybreak. From my room I can just interpret the muffled voices of two individuals. Minutes later the door languidly closes, bringing back the silence that had previously filled the exhausted air. My stepdad calls mine and my brothers name from the bottom of the staircase, I can hear the quiver that pinches his throat as he calls, the throbbing voice that brings bad news.My brother and I run down the stairs into the unknown pain that follows, My mum on the couch, sobbing as she pushes the tears from her pale, sympathetic face. She gestures for us to sit beside her. We sit. She begins to speak but can not make a sound, her mouth, as dry as the air that poured into the room. She places her shaking hand on my shoulder and delivers the news that was about to change everything, no child of 8 and 13 should ever hear.
"Your Dad has been found dead earlier this morning"
The stale thought removes the colour from my face, and the movement from my now turgid limbs, I am unable to move. At first my brother begins to cry, burying his head into my mums chest, I still unable to believe what I have been told sit silent, staring into the pearl blue eyes of my mum, my stepdad grabs my hand. Unable to move I sit there, with a detached stare. No longer being able to hold in the curdling emotions, I begin to cry, my chest tensing up, the pressure holding my heart within its sharp grip. Pulses of hatred, and anger fill my body, afraid of future. Still I do not have the courage to ask what had happened, I sit their, motionless, unable to comprehend the news that overwhelmed all emotion I had left inside. Without urging the questions of, why?How?What? My mum tells me the events of this still bitter Tuesday morning.
