Short Stories and Poems

Memoir For School

  (( I felt like i should post this here so that people can just read and hopefully relate ))

Ever had a moment where everything seems to start drastically going down the tubes? Ever had it magnified by... about 5 times? I think that's one of the only few ways I can really describe one part of my life. I know now since i'm older, they probably weren't as bad as how things are probably going to be in my future, but hey, I was a little kid. I guess it was bound to happen. But hey, enough of my rambling, you probably just want to get to the point.

So, the year is 2007, and i'm around 5 or 6 years old. My family was having some problems, mainly the fact that my mom and dad were always shouting at eachother half the time. I was always listening to them shout, even though I could hardly understand anything at my age. I would always start crying, even though I was never even brought into the fighting. I guess it just got to me real hard seeing the 2 people I cared about fighting. One day I woke up and went to find my dad. But when I found him, I saw him packing things into a truck. I still remember what he told me the boxes were for

"Daddy has to go away for a while, but I promise you, once things get better, I'll come back. I'll always love you"

It turns out my father left the house to continue his education in Tulsa. I think he was planning on actually coming back, but he still hasn't moved back. I didn't understand why he and mom can't get along, and to this day as I write this I still haven't figured it out. I guess things aren't getting better...

So dad left and still hasn't come back. That's ok, I still have my mom and my grandparents. Well, I at least had my mom. Confused? Well, it's very simple. My grandparents both smoked cigarettes. I remember going in the living room to play and seeing my grandpa sleeping in the armchair, not moving. I asked my mom if she could wake him up. I remember mom running to get the phone and dial some number. Next thing I knew, my mom is shouting at me to go to my room while policemen and firefighters ran in with something from their truck. It turned out he had some sort of problem with his lungs and had to taken to the hospital. All the smoke from the cigarettes had harmed his lungs to the point where he had to have an oxygen tank wherever he went in the hospital. But even at that rate, he didn't have to do that for very long.He didn't do anything for very long. My Grandfather, who I cared about very much, had died in a hospital bed from lung cancer...

My Grandmother suffered the same fate about 5 months later. But it felt even worse this time. She was slowly getting better and recovering, but then she was gone. From what i've heard, she was given a bunch of medication for an operation. But her body couldn't handle all the medication, and she gave out. My heart was broken. My father ran off, both of my grandparents had died (surprisingly the same way.) What else could go wrong?...

Apparently a LOT could based on what happened..

I had always been with the same with the same group of people in elementary school. I called them all my friends, but I guess I was just some sort of their amusement. It might not sound so bad to you guys and it certainly doesn't sound so bad to me now, but when you're a little kid who's already lost a lot, it was another devastating blow to me. I didn't realize itt then, but I guess that's just the brutal pain of being a kid. I had to sit blissfully unaware as my best friends slowly pushed me away. My old friend (who I will simple refer to as "Carebear" to keep her safe, not sure why I care to..) I remember one of our last conversations before she pushed me away.

"We're friends right?"

"Yeah, sure."

"We'll always be friends, right?"

"Uh huh.."

...Boy was she a dirty liar. If only I were allowed to cuss, there's so much I want to call her. She honestly deserves to be called a few swear words.

You're probably wondering, "Do things get better?"

Weeeelll...... Yes and No.

My mom and dad agreed for me to visit him up in Tulsa several times a year. I got to know my dad a little more. He even got a new roommate named Jason in his appartment. Jason is pretty nice as far as I know him. Im in Jr High now, and I've got some new friends, and when I say friends, I know for a fact they are my friends and I hope to god that is true...

But things are just fine. No mayham. No disasters. No threats of personal godzilla or impending doom or some other horror film. It's all fine, and I think things get better every day. Do I still have trouble in life? Yes. But here is something you should know. Bad things happen, but all in all that's just what they are. As a quote from probably the greatest british show to be broadcasted:

"In life there are good moments and bad moments. Even if we have bad moments, it doesn't take away from the good and the good doesn't take away from the bad. Only we can decide how we feel about them"

Thank you, Doctor Who, for saying that, because I keep this quote close to my heart and mind. Bad things do happen, but we move on. I'm living proof of that, and there are many people who are proof as well. You are also proof as well, whatever your proof may be.

So, moral of the story: Life will get better, no matter what. No matter your heartbreak, No matter the suffering. Scars fade, wounds heal, cracks fix. Just stay strong.