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Drgnslyer New Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 7Kamloops BC Canada |
My Grandpa (Papa) and I were very close in the time we knew eachother...and I wrote this days ago for a school essay prodject. This story begins when I was in grade 6, and ready to leave for christmas vacation. The one thing that hit me hardest was how I discovered his death... I was packing one night to take a trip to my father’s house to spend Christmas there, with him, my Nana, and my Papa. I was near finished my packing before we were to depart the next day, when a phone call came. “Probably for mom...” I thought to myself as I stuffed the final few things in my bag. Just then, my mom had called my sister and I up. At this moment, I had that unnerving feeling that something was amiss, and the look on my mother’s face only gave it away further. Something was terribly wrong. She sat me and my sister down, and delivered the blow as softly as she could.... “I’ve got some bad news for you...That was your father, and he would rather that I told you this...You won’t be spending time with your Papa this Christmas...” There was a very uncomfortable, eerie silence that filled the room, no, the entire house, that could not be answered...we all knew it, but we didn’t want to believe it. My Mom finally broke the nearly minuit long silence with one sentence that instantly sent my sister and I into tears. “Your Papa died yesterday in a car accident...” That one second after she had said that, has to this day, been the longest single second of my life. As the thought of him not being there anymore began to finally sink in...I wanted it to be all a bad dream, and to wake up at the beginning of the day. I didn’t care if I had to do all my homework again, but I wanted it to end. It didn’t. “There was nothing that could be done...” she quickly blurted out. “...he died on impact, he wouldn’t have felt a thing...” He wouldn’t have felt a thing...the simple phrase ran through my head hundreds of times, haunting me for that very moment... Did I really want to know if he had felt anything??? Not at that moment, I wanted him to personally be able to tell me about the crash, I wanted him to be alive. All my wishes were not answered...no response to my instant prayer for his life to be spared, and even for my life to be taken in his place...nothing. Yet another eerie silence filled the large four floor house...and my mom could only sit there, along with my sister and I. After this mere five minutes of my life, I was forever changed. I, for the first time, realized just how vulnerable and fragile life really was, and at the tender age of ten years old, I had experienced such grief that has pushed grown men into an irreversible state of depression, and even suicide. All in those brief five minutes, the world fell upon my shoulders, and I was to carry the burden. I had flashbacks of our times together, and began to refuse to believe that he had died, wanting the torture to end at that very moment. “Mom, please tell me I’m dreaming...wake me up...anything...” I softly said in my disbelief. My mom could only shake her head as it hung. “This is no dream dear,” she said. “I only wish it was.” What else can I say...not a whole lot. I only hope that this has struck a place in a few of you hearts, and let some of you know that you are not alone in how you may feel in this world. Live life to it's fullest!!! |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I am sorry for your loss Sir Slayer. Grief is something we all have or will experience in our exisitance. As you stated in your last paragraph...you are not alone. Lean on the ones close to you and let your friends and loved ones help you carry the weight. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
My sympathies on your loss, Dragon Slayer. I have to agree with Marilyn's and your view that your friends and loved ones can and will help you. Good writing, the best to you  In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. |
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Drgnslyer New Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 7Kamloops BC Canada |
Thank you both for your responses, and yes, friends are a great resource for support. This happened some seven years ago, and it has never left my heart. In the essay that I wrote, this was the strongest part of it, however, it was not the base of the essay. The essay itself is all about coping with death, and it's effects upon one person closely related to it. Should anyone desire to read a copy, contact me, and I will send you a copy as soon as it is possible. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Magnificent tribute. I am always excited to see people honoring their loved ones and especially happy when they choose to share! Thank you for showing this to us, and sharing! |
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