A Short Story : The Day Of It's Time?

I have organized my paper into three main parts. Making it so that the readers know why the death of my grandpa was so significant to me. Readers should also understand I have learned from the past and now am more grateful for the time spent with loved ones. The three main parts are, cherishing memories with my loved ones, making more time for my family and not taking time for granted. I will show examples of these three things so the readers understand my full meaning of what I have said. The last main part will be concluding my essay by getting the readers to understand the significance of my paper.

I really miss Mom and Dad but the good thing is that Susan, Edmund, Lucy, and I didn’t get separated. We are at this professor's Mansion I think he is very rich. It has been a good day to start off with but Edmund won’t stop laughing at the professor because he looks funny. Also Edmund is really mad about what is going on in London. I am just glad that lucy doesn’t know what’s going on and it is really good or else she would have been crying so much. She is keeping us together and not going to give up. Susan is trying to be like Mom and she is doing a great job. Edmund is being like dad and refusing to the commands you give him but I will fix that

Her family asked, “How are you doing?” But what they meant is “Are you over it yet?” My lips say, “Fine, thanks,” but my eyes tell a different story. My heart sings a different tune, and my soul just weeps. She was heart broken because her dad had died, but she was also thankful because her dad kept her alive. She went to her room and thought to herself, … Dad… If I could write a story. It would be the greatest ever told of a kind and loving dad who had a heart of gold. I could write a million pages but still be unable to say, just how much i love him and miss him

Finally, as he abruptly snapped out of his daze, he gazing at me with his deep brown eyes and sighed, "The doctors admitted my dad to Hospice today." Once those disheartening words left his mouth, his face became distraught, his eyes turned dark and droopy, his nose became stuffy, and his lips tensed tightly. Hunching over his long legs, tears began pouring out of his saddened eyes onto his freshly-ironed clothes. My heart crumbled as Grant Oubre, my consoler and companion, was crying beside me. I did not know how to comfort him much less myself; I was in complete and utter shock. As he pulled himself together, he glanced at me once again with his sagging eyes and melancholic expression as he said, "Hospice is where they make you comfortable

As I stood near the whole my dad was diding all I could think about was the memorieze we had made together. When I first got him and he was so small and shy. He would run around the house sliding on the floor and making muddy footprints across the clean floor, and mom screaming to get off the floor. I don’t know why she got so mad he was only a puppy and he didn’t know any better. I didn’t realize I was crying until my mom handed me a tissue. My dad was lowering Cooper into the ground, and I lost it sobbing uncontrollably. Toby put his arm around me trying to get me to calm down. As my dad covered his grace Cassidy put flowers on top. Soon a huge drop of rain came crashing down out of the sky. We all decided it was time to go back home. As I slumped my way back to my room wonder what I was going to do. The rain keeps coming down; it was the perfect day to stay inside and not talk to anyone. The only bad thing was that I knew Monday was

“It was a fun trip,” said sean to ryan. I was happy to have been able to have skate with you one last time. The talking stopped. The doctor closed his eyes and covered His head with a sheet. Sean woke up and got ready for school like every other day. It was his senior year in high school he had just turned 18. He hurried down to where his mother had just prepared breakfast for him. It was only him and her. His father had just passed away recently from a plane crash away on a business trip and his mom was working as a nurse at a hospital working day and night shifts so she was rarely home so the only time he would see would be in the morning time and she always made breakfast for him. He gave her a hug good bye

With a heavy heart, the young man, Edmund, smiled grimly. “Well. You tried. And for that, the very least I can do is give you this cake. My wife made it in order to thank you.” “Cake? R..really? No one’s ever given me cake before.” Edmund chuckled. “Well, enjoy it friend, I’ll..be off, I guess. If there’s one thing I want to do before I...I turn into a shell of what I am now, before I lose the emotions needed to love my wife and little boy...it’ll be to spend as much time with them as

Dan arrives home and gives Linda a quick kiss and heads to the gas station. While he is there, he goes on multiple vision trips. Soc tells him to remember that the time is always now and the place is always here. Joy comes to town that weekend and the three of them go on a picnic. Dan reveals to Joy that is he retiring gymnastics but she doesn’t think Dan’s path in life is big enough for her to go along. Soc erases all the memories of Joy out of Dan’s mind. Dan and Soc go running up a mountain one night and Soc collapses. His heart beating, Dan begs for his own life to be taken instead of Soc’s. The old man’s heart starts beating once again. Dan carries Soc to the hospital where Soc tells him to become a teacher and to forget him. Dan moves

Joe’s family gathered days later for the funeral, wondering if it was too soon to lose “Papa Joe”. They met at the funeral home greeting siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles until we all sat in the Visitation Room to hear Joe’s grandson Kevin give the eulogy. I was in the audience but I didn’t know Joe. I was simply serving as a pallbearer for a service my high school provides to people who have no family. But Joe’s rather large family had requested we serve his funeral because of his close connection to my school.

I hung up. That’s the third time this week, how busy could a cashier at a supermarket be? And on this day of all days? Mom had been working double time ever since dad left. One person keeping up with rent, utilities, food, and clothing is a task hard enough, but she somehow manages all while keeping a smile on her face. I know that it’s just a mask though, and she is still hurting from dad. I know better than to bring up dad infront of her.

In my world time is like sand falling through a large hourglass. I am stuck at the bottom and all I can see is sand falling through. I do not know how much sand is up there, as I do not know how much time I have left in this world. So with every falling grain I panic and push forward towards what I want to accomplish with my life. Everyone in this world sees the sand falling from their hourglass and panics. They will rush over to their children who don’t yet worry if their sand will run out and hug them with all their strength. These people try to stay awake all night, reading books and working on various projects. When they become tired they lay down in the sand that was their past, and they think about what they could have done better. Each grain of sand is a memory that they can pick up and relive. Some of the older people will dig for hours just to reach the bottom of their glass to relive a moment when their joints were less stiff, and their pile of sand was much smaller. They then place this grain of sand where it was and go back to the present, where they can again watch their life go by, measured by the constant patter of sand. I do not dig for my old memories, but instead I trudge through the sand that I know I haven’t made the most out of. I look down at my spent life in disgust. I could run out of sand at any moment, but still I stand here not getting done all the things that I want to get done. When I take a moment to look out the window I see a group of

Time…. What is it. Its an invisible substance that is so precious. This summer, time ran out and changed the story. Wait, let me start at the beginning of this dreadful story.

“Son… you are not going to school today.” My dad announced to me solemnly as I just opened my eyes waking up. “Your great grandpa has died over night and we are going to the hospital today.” Confusion was my companion that very hour as I got ready. My parents were serious and not really talking to my siblings and me. You could see the dried up tears on my father’s face. Sadness

“You supported me as best you could under the circumstances. I can’t let you go through this without showing my support. I just can’t believe we both lost our fathers at the same time,” he said. His face was so gloomy and spent that she couldn’t help but to hug him again.

Craig was sitting down to read the paper at the front of the tent. Looking over at his twin boys sitting on the chairs ten feet in front of him, close to the banking with their fishing rods. His wife Liz, in the tent reading one of the books he bought for her yesterday. It was over two hours ago, they arrived at the loch, taking him over five hours to get here. After setting up the tent with the family, and bringing over the generator and bags, he’s now relaxing. The cold breeze fleeing over his face, it had been picking up for the last twenty minutes or so. Everything today made him very tired, it’s only three in the afternoon and his neck, arms and legs are sore. It was two weeks ago that the doctors broke the news to him, he had lung cancer. Only finding out yesterday morning that the cancer had spread to his liver, which he wasn’t telling Liz about, until they got back home in two days.