I have always hated mornings. Absolutely the worst time of day. Waking up to start something that is just repeated over and over again is pointless, but everyone does it. We all wake up to see the people we love, or hate. Well... not all of us. Some people don't wake up. This creates a rift of great despair in the people around them. What were those people like? Did they have friends and family, or were they a loner? Male or female? Child or adult? You don't know unless you actually know them, and you don't appreciate them until they're gone.
Some claim they become angels and go to the heavens when they pass, or they become spirits that haunt the living. Others say the bad people go to hell and serve Satan himself for the rest of eternity. I don't know what to believe, but we must go somewhere. Whether it be the clouds or simply just six feet down.
You may be a little confused at the moment, and I apologize for my morning rant. I'm Shibusu Ashito. I am going to be a first year at Toshiko High this year, and of course I am nervous. I've lived in Nakano City for quite sometime but I'm not really a "people person." I don't really like people, and people don't really like me. That's all. Why am I thinking about death and not school? Well, let's take it back 11 years.
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A young boy stood next to his mother as they looked at a gray stone planted in the soggy ground. The mother seemed to be crying, but trying to hide it from the child clutching her hand. Rain was pattering against the stone, causing it to turn a dark gray.
"Mommy, when will daddy come back?" The young boy asked. He glanced up at his weeping mother.
"He will never come back, Shibusu. He has joined the rest of the angels in the sky." The mother stated, looking up at the darkening sky. "Your grandparents are with him."
Shibusu looked to the sky too, and scrunched his eyes to keep the cold raindrops out. "Then why is the sky crying?" He asked.
The mother stood silently for a moment, thinking about how to respond to the question the boy asked. "The sky is crying because the rest of your family is very happy that he is with them. They are crying happy tears, because your father has finally came home."
Shibusu looked at the soaked flowers sitting on the grave. He titled his head like a dog in confusion, but didn't say anything. "Will I see daddy again?" He stated after a long, thoughtful pause.
The woman picked up the child and looked into his eyes. "Yes, you will see him again. For now, how about we go home and rest."
"But I wanna stay here" Shibusu muttered sadly.
"I know, but your father must have sometime to himself. Let's go." She put the boy back down and grabbed his hand. He looked back at the gravestone one last time before turning his back to it.
Daiki Ashito - 1978 - 2009 May he rest here peacefully and quietly
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I think about him a lot. I wish I could see his face, smiling at me as I got a good grade or achieved something I thought I couldn't have. I can't say I miss him though, as I barely remember any event with him in it. I was only 4, so I'm not going to remember it too well.
Most of my memories reside with my mother. She passed when I was 11, and that was very hard for me. She had always been by my side but I couldn't be by hers anymore. Since I didn't have any family in the area, a "friend" from school's parents decided to take care of me until I was 13. In that time period I found a nice old man who was willing to pay quite nicely for collecting apples. I moved out and got a tiny place, at only 13? Unbelievable am I right? I have been living in this loud, run down apartment for 2 years now. I don't love it, but it's all I got.
