Gone but Not Forgotten
"God’s promises are like stars; the darker the night the brighter they shine” -David Nicholas
It was a beautiful morning in the year of 2010, the beautiful sight of the morning dew glistening in the summer green fields of Nuevo Leon, Mexico. We were driving with the windows rolled down and you could smell the freshly made breakfast as we drove through some of the towns. It was a shame I was traveling four hours to see my grandmother lying in her final rest spot. The truck was silent; the only sounds were a few sobs here and there. It was sad to see the confused expressions of my three youngest cousins, Valerie, Natalie, and Jerry, they had no idea what was going on.
At the time we finally got my grandfather’s house, my aunt started to cry very loud at the sight of that black ribbon at the front door, and the people in black. I had to tell my cousin Valerie what was going on. Everyone was focused in their own pain to notice the confusion in the young ones. I tried to explain what was going on the best way possible; I had to break it to her in a way she would understand being only ten years of age. This was a very difficult situation for me; I didn't think that I was mature enough at fifteen to have the right words in this case. At first she fell in shock.All of her feelings were up in a bunch and she didn’t know how to react. After a few moments of complete silence, Valerie came to her senses and began to cry. The whole day was full of mourns, there was not a single person with a smile on their face.
The next day we woke up early to go to the funeral home. All except Valerie, Natalie, and Jerry attended. I was the first one to walk down the hall into the room where my grandmother was lying in her coffin. I felt weak and didn’t know if I wanted to go down there. I felt a hand grab my shoulder; I turned around and see my grandfather’s friendly face. He had a comforting smile on his face as if saying, “Everything will be okay” He hugged me and we walked together to
It was a beautiful morning in the year of 2010, the beautiful sight of the morning dew glistening in the summer green fields of Nuevo Leon, Mexico. We were driving with the windows rolled down and you could smell the freshly made breakfast as we drove through some of the towns. It was a shame I was traveling four hours to see my grandmother lying in her final rest spot. The truck was silent; the only sounds were a few sobs here and there. It was sad to see the confused expressions of my three youngest cousins, Valerie, Natalie, and Jerry, they had no idea what was going on.
At the time we finally got my grandfather’s house, my aunt started to cry very loud at the sight of that black ribbon at the front door, and the people in black. I had to tell my cousin Valerie what was going on. Everyone was focused in their own pain to notice the confusion in the young ones. I tried to explain what was going on the best way possible; I had to break it to her in a way she would understand being only ten years of age. This was a very difficult situation for me; I didn't think that I was mature enough at fifteen to have the right words in this case. At first she fell in shock.All of her feelings were up in a bunch and she didn’t know how to react. After a few moments of complete silence, Valerie came to her senses and began to cry. The whole day was full of mourns, there was not a single person with a smile on their face.
The next day we woke up early to go to the funeral home. All except Valerie, Natalie, and Jerry attended. I was the first one to walk down the hall into the room where my grandmother was lying in her coffin. I felt weak and didn’t know if I wanted to go down there. I felt a hand grab my shoulder; I turned around and see my grandfather’s friendly face. He had a comforting smile on his face as if saying, “Everything will be okay” He hugged me and we walked together to