My Experiences

Lesson Learned

I run and jump down the stairs for dinner, this time a bit faster because of the smell of the food. A week before I had just found out my aunt was found unconscious on the floor after she didn't answer many of my other aunts calls. It broke me. I shook my head and came back to reality. We were eating like a regular family until my cousin called my father. 

"Jesse..." Lena, my cousin said hesitating.

"Yes?" My father responded.

"Aurora is going to have a party while she is still with us to say goodbye before she leaves.." Lena says sobbing. Before I could even hear the rest of the conversation I ran upstairs with tears flying out of my eyes. I slammed my door shut and hopped into my bed. My father came upstairs and comforted me.

"You know they said she would be gone twenty years ago." My father said.

"She doesn't deserve the pain anymore, she will be in a better place." My father said while pointing up to the ceiling. He left the room and I thought for a long while. I fell asleep in a night of twisting and turning. My heart hurt, I could feel it thumping in my chest all night long. That Saturday we went to the party. Technically she didn't pass away yet but, this time the pain was real. they knew it for sure. It was confirmed. We went to the party and when we went in to her bed in her house my dad held her hand. My sister asked where she was going, she was really young and couldn't understand the situation. My aunt laughed and said she was going to a better place. I tried my best not to cry. There was a huge lump in my throat. We soon left after and a few days later my dad asked what I was doing from the living room. 

"I am coloring in the coloring book Aunt Aurora gave me." I responded. He then told me that he went to see her this morning after I went to school. He said she could only open her eyes a little bit, she couldn't even talk. I didn't cry this time, I remembered his words. She doesn't deserve the pain anymore, she will be in a better place. It somehow helped me get through it, fight back my tears. The next day passed by fast and my dad picked me up from school. 

"I didn't want you to be bummed at school, but Aunt Aurora passed away this morning." My father said. My heart struck and tears slid down my cheek, but I wasn't crying. 

I knew she was in a better place now, she didn't deserve the pain. She is dancing up in heaven watching over us. I'll see you soon Aunt Aurora, I'll be up there one day dancing with you.

A week later it was her memorial. I remember the day so well, that morning we went into Fred Meyers and bought me a white lace dress with a brown belt. I wore white nylons and  black boots. My mom straightened my hair and painted my nails a beautiful shiny silver color. I felt so beautiful, but it just felt wrong to think that. After all it was a memorial. We went and I cried during it. At the end of the memorial, right before the dessert type of feeling with cookies and tea everywhere, my third aunt, Aunt Layla walked up to me and hugged me tightly. Her hug made me feel better, she told me the same exact words as my father. She is in a better place now. And of course, its true.

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Now this is just a little extra moment I had that included her, nobody knew how I felt at this moment actually. Only the people apart of it know about it. Also every part of the story before this happened last month, in March. The next little add on happened yesterday.

We are taking a big test that is really important, and one of my teachers said we could bring a stuffed animal or slippers to wear during the test. The last gift I ever got from my Aunt Lena is a stuffed animal bunny, she is really soft and comforts me all the time. I took her. In the morning people were showing each other there pets and of course there were those people who made fun of everyone who brought a pet. This guy and his friends came up to me and didn't intend to hurt my feelings when they said this "My stuffed animal is better than yours bro." My heart struck.

I whisper shouted "DON'T SAY THAT!" I turned around and talked again "This is the last thing I got from my aunt before she passed..." He didn't say anything about it, I don't even thing he heard me. It may make me seem sensitive but its true, it hurt me more than words could ever explain. I really had fun writing this. I guess its just more fun for me to write when it isn't a story I have to make up the little and big events as I go. I enjoy sharing my experiences. I hope to share some more with you!