What I Think About Love

Everett

I packed all the things I thought I will need. Dad said we are only going for three days, so I didn't take a lot. I'm not that kind of a person that will take a whole suitcase just for few days. Since we are going to sleep at my grandparents house, that means I'm going to see them. My grandma has always liked to collect those little souvenirs so I bought her one. My grandfather on the other hand is a more simple man. Bring him a nice bottle of beer or wine and you won't see a happier man than him.

For Jessica, I didn't need anything then to bring myself there. We were like sisters. The real kind of sisters. Our parents took a picture of us in the baby cart, so that tells you for how long have we not been separated. Life unfortunately changed that and she had leave. At first she rebelled but you can't go against your parents. Now she likes it there. She says she wouldn't go back even if she could. A lot more opportunities were offered to her there. She has always wanted to study art and Everett just didn't have to offer what she wanted. But our friendship is still as strong as it was before, if not even stronger. If it's true distance won't matter. Just the opposite. It will make it even tougher.

"Are you ready Ro?" -my dad screamed from downstairs.

"I'm coming." -I said back. I was happy because there will be no Gabriella or Juliette to endure. I honestly can't even talk about them. They are just obviously using my dad for whatever they need. Gabriella was so angry at the fact that my dad choose to stay with my mom rather than go with her. It's not something to brag about but it was noticeable.

I texted Jess that we are on our way and that I will text her again if I'm gonna make it tonight. As much as I wanted to go I didn't see my grandparents in a month now. It would be nice form me to stay with them and not immediately go outside.

To come to the Everett you need about 4-hour car drive. During the drive, I was mostly working on my unfinished drawings I had in my sketchbook. That sketchbook I got when I was 5 years old, but I didn't use until I was 13. Dad, mom and I were on a big fair. And you know how kids always buy stupid things they will break in a day or two? I was one of them but on that fair, my mom bought me a big sketchbook and said I should always draw what I feel inside. Paper will never tell your secrets if you put them on him but for people, you can't be sure.

4 and a half hours passed and I finally saw ou street name on the sign. I can not wait to see them. I'm used to being with them every day and leaving them was something new for me. A new surroundings I had to get used to.

"Ro there is something you need to know. Three days ago something happened and I couldn't find a way to tell it to you." -my dad put his hands on my shoulders as we pull up on a driveway of our house.

"What happened?" -I said impatient, since all he was doing was covering that topic up.

"It's grandma. She's not in a good condition. She knew this is going to happen so she send you to me, because she didn't want you to look at her struggling."

"What happened, dad?" -I saw the tears gathering in his eyes.

"She had a stroke without even knowing it. She was at home when all of it was happening and the only symptom was that she slept longer than usual so she or grandpa didn't know what was happening."

"Is she okay now?" -I said with palpitating voice.

"After a stroke, her left arm was no longer in function and then she went to see the doctor.  There they discovered that a tumour had also been activated during the stroke and that she..." -his eyes looked at my all devastated and helpless.

"She what dad?" -I started crying because I knew what he was going to say.

"She's dying."

Once more you had to open the door didn't you cancer. Watching someone you love slowly die from cancer sucks. Seeing a person continue to fight against it is just heartbreaking. When you know there's a little chance they're coming out of it if they are as weak as my grandma and you are just helplessly watching them. When my mother died cause of it I was braver. They all said she's young and still has a life to live. Cancer was stronger than her and took her away. But I was little then and I didn't know that the grief felt so much like fear.