This is the after-math...
When we got the call I went outside and cried until I got back in to finish the dishes.(( I was outside for two minutes.)) I felt like a gun had shot me and the bullet had gone to my blood system and started imbedding poison... I was numb...I couldn't feel anything... I couldn't hear anything...
His veiwing at the funeral home was that weekend and his funeral was the next day
((I was the only one who thought he was going to make it. They made his funeral arrangements two weeks prior to his death))That weekend...
At the veiwing all I did was cry... I refused to see my papaw until my older sister Chyna got there. I didn't even step into the room. I couldnt... I wouldnt...
Chyna never showed up and we had to leave... I regret not seeing him while I had the chance. I didn't get to see him one last time. I didn't get to tell him I loved him one last time... I totally regret it...
((My advice to you is... take the chance while you have it))
Later that day when we went to my Aunt's and Uncle's to eat I saw my sister. We got into a fight and she looked at me and said that it wasn't fair that I had got to see Papaw at his veiwing while she was driving here...
I yelled at her and told her that I refused to see Papaw until she got there but she didn't get there so I didn't see him. I told her that she could stop her crap...
By golly she did and didn't breath another word to me for the rest of the night...
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A Dream Of A Teen Age Girl
Non-fictieAccidentally deleted it but here it is again... My story... my past... my secrets.