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She's Gone

November 11, 2015
By Minkear BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Minkear BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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My Aunt Mary died when I was very young, it was a major car accident. It involved her car and a semi truck that decided not to stop. While this fluke was taking place I was walking off the bus to get to my Mom’s brand new, red mini van. The wind was whistling through my messy, rats nest I call hair. I walked up to her door and asked, “Mom can I sit on your lap and turn the wheel while you work the pedals?”

 

“Of course,” She said. So I hopped into the front seat. I steered here, there and everywhere, though the car ride wasn’t long only about a minute or so, but it was a fun minute for me. After arriving home I immediately started working on homework, working on eating, then working on playing video games.


The phone started its loud ring tone: it was my Grandparents. Seconds after my mom picked up the phone I heard a loud ‘thud’ on the floor above. I ran up the stairs thinking “What could that have been?” and found my Mom laying there crying.


“She’s gone!” She kept screaming. My Dad took the phone from here to see what was going on. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking “What could it be? My Grandpa? Grandma? Their dog?” I had no idea what to think, so I stopped thinking about it after awhile. I slowly started slipping back into my video games. I’ve played the same level almost a million times and I still can’t get past it. When I finished with my game I wondered off to bed.


The next day My siblings and I about why she was crying. Although my brothers were crying when we were told, I only sat there, as if I were a mere rock.  I was sitting there in the dirt while people died and it affected me in no way shape or form.


To me, death felt like nothing, as if it could never happen to me, my family, my Mom. I’ve never cried over the loss of my favorite Aunt. Never. It always feels like she’s still here and was never gone in the first place, as if the death was merely fake. I’m not afraid of it, nor will I ever be. To this day I don’t cry over my losses, infact, they impact me very little. Whether a family member or a soccer game, it means nothing. Loss is a thing that happens often and it happens to everyone, people just have to learn to get through it and get over it, I learned that at an early age. Whether that means my life is easier or harder is up to me.


The author's comments:

I loved my Aunt Mary Dearly, so did my Mom. I wrote this with my last memory of her.


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