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IT'S MINOR chapter one (standard:drama, 417 words) [1/2] show all parts | |||
Author: Sjaan Thomas | Updated: Mar 12 2005 | Views/Reads: 3402/3 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
The events that shape our lives are never like we imagine they shall be, yet are often far more fantastic and tragic. | |||
IT'S MINOR CHAPTER ONE The events that shape our lives are never like we imagine they shall be, yet are often far more fantastic and tragic. I know that I never fathomed being where I am now, let alone all the dependent events which have brought me to this point. I know my grandparent didn't picture life dealing them the hand they've been dealt. Having to live in a harsh cold city that they both despise yet endure to be close to family. Nobody wants to die alone. My grandmother once told me that when she was coming over from Holland after the war, the ship she was on stopped to transfer soldiers who had been deserters onto another ship which would take them to a deserted island and leave them there for dead. At least they didn't die alone. My grandfather worked hard ever day in his life, and he sits with his thoughts and surfaces just long enough to ask where his only son is and my grandmother must tell him again that he's no longer with us. My sisters two year child keep asking where is grandpa and my sister has to keep answering ‘in the sky'. I live in his house and keep asking where is my father, I'm not quite sure. When my mother died of cancer five years before my father, I had found her in eternal sleep in a hospital bed. The rest of my family wasn't there, they hadn't known I was going there. I vaguely remember being brought to a room to wait for my dad. This was the first definite breaking point in my life. I felt surrounded by cold and the ache that ran through my body was unmatched but it was then that I felt the presence of the essence that is my mother and it surrounded and embraced me warm assurance. We do carry on so do not fret. When my father was diagnosed with untreatable lung cancer that had rapidly spread to his legs and spine, the first thing he said to me was ‘It's o.k. I know the answers. It was no life for me without your mom.' This and the peace in his eyes and the light he expelled from his being are the only things that got me through. He also added it was like a big damn joke, to which I added by a god with a horribly dark and morbid sense of humour. Believe me though, it's minor. Tweet
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