Eulogy For Grandmother

The door slammed and the wind hit my feet as I looked up to see the dark nature of the clouds and the sun not shining back at me. My Moms face was full of tears, but my nine-year-old self could not comprehend why. My brother and I waited on the steps in Cooper City, Florida waiting for explanations. The explanations never came. My Mom then threw garbage bags of our clothes in the back seat of my Grandpa’s car that picked us up. I look around and I could not see my dad anywhere. My mind was going in circles as my family and I arrived in a two - bedroom apartment where my Aunt Jill lived. She greeted us with a smile saying, “Oh my favorite niece and nephew, I am so excited to see you!”. She hugged all of us tight because in my family we are huggers.

Even with my Aunt’s loving gesture, I was still confused about what is going on. Little did I know this apartment would not be temporary, but permanent for some time.
A year passed and it was 2010. My Mom, brother, and I were still living with my Aunt Jill. My brother. Dylan, my brother, was now twelve and he stuck sharing a small room with me, his little sister. He never complained once. Every night at 6pm on Saturday we would have dinner and talk about our day. My Mom would cook my Grandma's signature chicken soup with matzoh balls. It was my favorite. It cured any sickness I had in place, physical or emotional. It was a quiet silence during dinner. While we ate at the time, my Mom explained to my brother and I the reason we had to leave my Father. Her reasoning to me was, “Cass your Father and I had problems and we could not work them out”. She hugged me tight as if I was going to break into pieces; like I was a doll. I thought hard about the problems my mom was referring to. Was it the

It was June 6th, 2011; only three days after my eleventh birthday. My Mom, Dylan, and I arrived at the Fort Lauderdale Airport to head to Illinois. My Mom and Howard, her boyfriend and now husband, could now be together. We could finally radiant like the sun. Time passes quicker than ever on the plane ride. It was now 9 pm and I could feel the fresh air cruising through my hair. Even though it was night-time, once my feet landed on that concrete I could see the moon and stars shining at me. It was as if the sky knew this was a new start. I looked up at the sky one more time, and then turned to my right. A familiar smiling face greeted me, my mother, who spoke the words, “Cass I love you, you are my