It was a dark, and rainy day. I was in my Grandpa John’s attic, and rummaging around. Then, all of the sudden, I turned around, and there was my Grandpa. He was holding a picture frame, and crying the most I’ve ever seen. I was walking over to him in a heartbeat. I looked at the picture, and realized it was my grandma Janet. She died before I was ever even born, but I had still seen her many, many times before. I eventually just walked away, thinking he would stop crying. I picked up a pair of old black binoculars, and he immediately stopped crying. “STOP!” he cried. I immediately dropped the pair of binoculars.”What?!?!” I screamed, as my heart skipped a beat.”Sorry, I just wasn’t sure if they were the sa-” and there he was, just thinking. I knew I had to ask him what was wrong, but I was afraid I would make him unhappy. …show more content…
It was about an hour later, and we had already had a conversation about the binoculars.
Basically, what my Grandpa had told me, was that the binoculars gave you a special vision that allowed you to see some sort of ghost snakes. I am also terrified of all snakes. As an example, one time screamed just at the sight of a wooden toy snake. Then, I made the worst decision of all. I looked through the binoculars! There were snakes everywhere! Standing tall in the distance was a sign the read “Attack of The Summoner Snakes!”, and that was when I screamed. I was terrified! Grandpa John was out the door in a heartbeat. When we were back in the living room, he explained what had happened.” What happened, was when your eyes saw through the lens’ in the binoculars, the attack was activated, and now there is no turning back.”, he explained “Although, it is a myth whether if you look through the binoculars backwards, it will reverse the attack.” he continued. At that moment, I realized that i had dropped the binoculars in the front yard when I looked through them. At the time, I didn’t care, but now, I was about to burst into
tears. I was about to run to get the binoculars, when my Grandpa told me that the snakes were very venomous, and also very aggressive. That was when I backed out, and laid back on the snakes. They were already my worst fear, but being the most dangerous type made me scared! While me and my Grandpa devised a game plan, the snakes multiplied. Our plan changed nonstop. It was so annoying when they multiplied. They made an awful screech, and there was another snake. That happened all the time. When me and my grandpa were finished with our plan, we realized that there were too many snakes. Our plan would never work if we kept waiting, so we had to go for it. At the last minute, I backed out of it. I decided to use my only chi to make them die. “Kill em’ with kindness”, I screamed, and they all disappeared, using all my chi.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
My grandmother has a certain look in her eyes when something is troubling her: she stares off in a random direction with a wistful, slightly bemused expression on her face, as if she sees something the rest of us can’t see, knows something that we don’t know. It is in these moments, and these moments alone, that she seems distant from us, like a quiet observer watching from afar, her body present but her mind and heart in a place only she can visit. She never says it, but I know, and deep inside, I think they do as well. She wants to be a part of our world. She wants us to be a part of hers. But we don’t belong. Not anymore. Not my brothers—I don’t think they ever did. Maybe I did—once, a long time ago, but I can’t remember anymore. I love my grandmother. She knows that. I know she does, even if I’m never able to convey it adequately to her in words.
Whenever I walk into my grandma’s house, the first sight that immediately grabs my attention, is her large old wooden closet, so clean and well-organized. Even now closing my eyes, I can remember my grandma’s colorful dresses and skirts, precisely ironed and draping each to another and the best smelling linens with lavender as the scent. On the wall across the closet there are crookedly hanging family photos, dozens of images, showing us where we have been and where we are getting going; my grandfather in his marine uniform during World War II; my grandma as a young girl at the
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
In the town of Sebewaing not much goes on, and not much will. but recently, in the past few years, things in Sebewaing has been seaming to change that. But, back to my story, my grandfather and I just finished installing the new support beam when, now our immediate family started to show up, as they usually do. “Jesus, don’t they ever stay home?” Grandpa said. You see, my Grandpa is a crotchety old man, but for good reason. I seen my sister and her now fiance walking up too go inside the house but, this time it seemed very peculiar; prior to me going in the house, I seen my sisters fiance look at me with an estranged look. My grandpa instructed me to go take out the trash for him which I did happily, about 5 minutes later I came into the house and looked around, “What the hell is up with everyone?” I asked myself. I discovered while looking around that everyone had an eerie look on their faces, as if someone just died. I sat down and
I thought I was going to leave empty handed until I spotted the stack of boxes in the far left corner. There was a small wooden box on the top labeled David Walker with black sharpie. This is it. I thought. I sprinted out of the attic holding the box in one hand and the ladder in the other. Out of breath, I plopped down onto my bed, sitting with my legs crossed and the box out in front of me. Answers… Please give me answers. I thought as I opened the box. Inside held a picture of a man with dark skin and short black hair. I assumed this was my father. In his arms was my mother. They were both smiling uncontrollably as if it was the best day of their lives. What went wrong… I thought. Underneath was a black journal, tied shut with a thick string. I lifted it out of the box, untied the string, and began to read the
It was the Friday before Thanksgiving and as I walked out to the now empty school parking lot, I could see my grandmother waiting for me in her gold 1992 Ford Thunderbird. She had covered the seats with a leopard skin fabric in an effort to keep them clean and as I climbed into the front seat, I could smell the distinctive odor of cigarettes that she had smoked before she quit a few months earlier. We took the backroads of Woodcrest home to stay off the busy streets and as we started to discuss my day, I knew in the pit of my stomach that something was off. My grandma, loved to talk so much that sometimes I would drown out what she was saying.
One afternoon they called my dad and said they had bad news. They told my dad that she died due to her lung cancer problem. When my dad told me that my grandma died I couldn’t think. All I just wanted to do was cry and think of all the things she has done for me me. A week later we had a funeral for her. I walked up and saw her body. She so pale and ice cold. So I put a bouquet of flowers on her and said “rest in Peace”. Your gone but you’ll never be forgotten. It was just like that she had just disappeared or vanished like a blink of an
Sitting in the hospital watching my grandpa fighting for his life was the most difficult thing I had to watch. It was hard to watch the man I adored not know who I was and was waiting on his death bed. As, I waited for him to wake up it reminded me of the first time we found out that he had alzheimer's. It was a bright sunny day, when my grandpa decided to go for his usually walk in the afternoon, normally he would be back right before dinner. I had a weird feeling while we waited for him to come back for his walk. My grandpa is usually very punctual, he follows the same routine everyday. As we waited, my father got a call from a random phone, it was my grandpa telling my dad to come pick him up. I could never forget my grandpa’s face when we picked him up, he looked terrified and confused.
“Tout de suite Entrez!” She says, looking at the alley entrance, watching the dead soldiers, and then pointing at him to go in.
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
We arrived at the FLL meet at around 7:00 AM. Filled with excitement, we quickly filed off of the bus. We got set up at the gold pit, and waited for our time to head towards the first event, the team building session. Then, it was time, and we quickly walked towards the band hall, where the event was located. As soon as we went in, two things became obvious. First, we had to build something out of marshmallows and uncooked pasta. Second, we were going to be quizzed on our team. I think we did well on both, and we walked out, confident that we did well on the first event.
It's six o'clock. From down the hall, I hear my mother's footsteps approaching. The door opens.
Then the phone rang and Dad answered it. It was hard to tell what the conversation was about, it did not last long and Dad didn’t say much. When he hung up he was quiet. Then Mom asked, “Who was that, honey?” Blunt and to the point he said, “Grandma,” (his mom) “Grandpa got sick last night.” Suddenly I was not hungry any more. “What’s that mean?” Mom asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. Dad did not really know. All Grandma said was that Grandpa got up in the night, went to the bathroom, and then yelled for help before collapsing. She called 911 and an ambulance came and got him. From the hospital in Spirit Lake he was life-flighted to Sioux Falls.
“Mom!” I yelled, bolting upright in my bed. Trails of sweat dripped from my forehead, and my torso rose and fell in a rapid succession. I peered into the darkness of my room, ushering my eyes to adjust to its dark tone. I leaned my back against the wooden headboard behind me and held myself in my arms. “Just a dream. Just a dream.” I murmured to myself repeatedly. I reached my hand to the left side of my bed, and fumbled my appendage aimlessly in the drawers that lay there until I was able to retrieve my spectacles. I slid the metallic frame over my ears. The blurred hues that lay before me instantly became sharp, defined objects. All the furniture, posters, figurines, and other various objects attributed to my room were exactly as they were