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IT'S MINOR chapter one (standard:drama, 417 words) [1/2] show all parts
Author: Sjaan ThomasUpdated: Mar 12 2005Views/Reads: 3402/3Part 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. 


   



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