The Things People Don't Touch.

Death

Five people died in my life. They were all close to me and truly cared for me. I won't share their names but will share their warmth. It might be sad knowing they're dead, so let's shares the stories of the deceased.

First one was the sweetest old lady with a garden of fruits. She always let me take some strawberries and peaches. I helped her mow the lawn and clean up her house. I wanted her to be happy in this plain town. The neighborhood I lived in had green grass on each yard. A huge pine tree on the left side of my house in this huge circle of grass. The road went around the tree plus it was always silent. I went over every Saturday all I had to do was walk across the street to her brown and white garage and tar for the driveway. I knew she had some strawberry ice cream with my name on it. Her home reminded you of a grandmother who never had company. It made me happy that I could make someone not feel lonely. She would always talk about her son and family. That's all I want for people is to be happy. The day of her death I remember waking up in on my mom queen bed, the white horse blanket covering me, with an antique rusted light hanging above my head. Walking on the cold oak wood floors looking through the sheer white curtains. I saw a red bright light flashing and when I completely woke to my sense. The other day she told me a story about how the cops broke into her home through the window thinking she was dead but she was just sleeping. Well, this time she didn't wake up. As I opened the white door with a little stain glass window. I ran outside trying to get to her house. Yelling at the cops to not break open her window. They unscrewed the window and looked at me. My mom stopped me and said she died in her sleep. I started to cry. I didn't want to let go of someone I moved her. She was like a grandmother to me. She took care of me and fed me. She let me play with her beagle buddy. I couldn't bear the sight of it all but I had to let go.