Screeeech Narrative

“I promise, Grandpa. I’ll never lose it. I promise, pinky promise you,” she said, “I love you, and you will forever be in my heart.”

Learning that my dad had decided to move out and divorce my mother came as a huge surprise to my family, no one saw it coming. My mother and I fell into the grasp of depression. She lost so much weight dropping down to 110-115 lbs., her face lacked color and her body was so frail. She would force a smile when my sister was around but I recognized the pain in her eyes because I felt it too. I found myself suppressing my emotions so that I would come off as OK, so that my mom wouldn’t have to worry about me, so that my sister didn’t realize that

I was terrified at the result for my grandfather for he was not in the best of health. Everything had happened at once like a bomb had exploded in my mind. My head was spinning at full turbo. So many events were taking place, and I had so many questions. Everything felt like it was going at full speed, and I just sit there blandly in the car, speechless. When we arrived home my uncle showed up about five minutes later to take me and my brother to his house. My Aunt was leaving with my dad to see my ill grandfather. As I arrived at my cousin’s house, I greeted everyone politely and tried to treat everything like a repeated, tedious day. When I made way to bed, I just laid there like a rock, staring with a blank, emotionless face thinking of what is going to happen next. I looked like a dead starfish the way I was in bed thinking of millions of questions I could

We start to pack to every-ones clothes, later that day mom, dad, I, and my 2 brothers left to go to her house. When got to her house, you couldn’t smell the coffee, like you use to. You could tell something is wrong. As days past, I think you saw pretty much everyone from Ashland, Ohio. Grandma was a type of women that she didn’t know a lot of people but, everyone knew her.

“He was a hard worker,” she said with a hint of pride in her voice. “ He sacrificed so much for our family”. My curiosity increased and it was finally a perfect time to get answers to my eager questions, after all I don’t remember my grandpa since he died when I was about four years old.

One day, she came to my grandmas for thanksgiving, and she saw me, hugged me and I went upstairs, not even five minutes later I came down and she had forgotten that I was there and said “oh look it’s my little shelly, I haven’t seen you in such a long time” I will never forget the way I felt, how she wasn’t there anymore and that It would get worse. I was the last great grandchild she remembered before he forgot who all of us were, she only remembers who her daughter

I loved her in life, that much is true. However, I did not value her as much as she deserved. Once she died, my family read her diary where she spoke of how proud she was of her grandchildren, despite my inattention to her. Now that I know what she said of me, I want to tell her how much I love her. But dead ears are deaf ears. She had stories untold: treasures not of gold but of experience. I missed the opportunity to ask her so many questions about life, such as about how to deal with constant heartache. Grandma Lula had become a widow three times in her life. I wanted to ask her, “How do you keep moving forward?” She had a pure heart that I can only dream of

It was a normal night, we were eating dinner in my kitchen. I was at the table with my sister, mom, and dad. I was eating a delicious dish of spaghetti and meatballs with red sauce. I knew something was up, my mom was looking sad and she wasn't really eating anything. I didn’t want to ask what was up, but I knew I had to. I asked her “What’s wrong.”

Losing grandma was and up until now the worst feeling I’ve ever felt…On this date, August 18, 2007 at 8:00 pm I received a telephone call. The phone call that I had received was obviously not a good one. That person who’s my grandfather told me, “Grandma’s dead.” I then replied to him and told him “no, this can’t be true.” After that his voice started fading Losing grandma was and up as he then started to cry over the phone and said, “at this point I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.” I began shedding tears because who knew that this day would’ve ever come. Although she’s gone, she’ll never be forgotten.

However, a few months before my seventh birthday that changed. I had always known my grandmother was sick, but never like this. Standing in the hospital holding my mother's hand, my sister in my dad’s arms and my brother standing next to me, I am unsure of what is happening. I can tell that something is wrong as my mom is holding back tears, but I am unable to figure out why. Despite my dad’s wishes, I convince my mom to let me go with her into my grandma’s hospital room. I am lingering behind her, grasping her hand, because for a reason I can not understand, I am terrified. I walk in, see my grandma and I immediately hug her. However, my hug is not welcome and I am greeted with some contempt. My grandma’s diminishing memory has caused her to forget who I am, who my mom is, and even what her name is. Her most alarming characteristic is that when she looks at me her eyes are corrupt with

For many nights, only these words kept bouncing around my head. Leaving me to curl up on myself. Hoping to sleep and dream about her, dream of all the good memories spent in her company. Yes, my grandmother is no longer alive. All I have left to cherish are those pleasant memories, and delightful images ingrained inside of my head. This deep, big hole of ache buried inside me, will never go away. Cause I will never stop missing her.

The year is 2021. I haven’t been outside my house or made contact wth another person in 13 days since my older sister Zy'YAH died. My sister was my roommate, only remaining relative, and my best friend. Both of my parents died in a car crash when I was thirteen and Zy'YAH was sixteen. One day they were alive and well, and the next they were just gone. After their death, Zy'YAH assumed the parent role. Everything I had to live for was gone. My house no longer feels like home.

I slowly and groggily walked down the stairs I saw my mother on the couch drinking her coffee. She seemed to have a thought on her mind, and looked like she was holding back tears. I walked into the kitchen got out a cup and poured the coffee into my cup. I drowned the coffee in ice and milk. I sat down next to my Mom and asked what was wrong. My Mom responded with "Today is the anniversary of your grandfather 's death." She started to cry. I went up and hugged her. She started feeling better and said what was on the agenda today. We had to drive to Chicago to see a geneticist. My sister started trooping down the stairs and let out a big yawn. She moaned, "I 'm hungry, Jacky, Make me Food!" I asked what she wanted to eat and made it. We sat down as a family and ate breakfast. My Mom said it was time to leave, so me and my sister grabbed are 3ds 's and walked outside. The breeze was nice but I couldn 't help but feeling odd. I thought to myself maybe I was just feeling sad because of the

“It's fine, mom,” I tell her annoyed, I have used this line over 1,000 times, each time she breaks something. We are getting ready for my grandma’s birthday she is turning 59. Cleo Chambers, she left us when she was only 56 years old. It is now November of 2017. Also, I hurt every once in awhile around her birthday. Honestly, it doesn't feel like my grandma left, my grandma used to live in Chicago. That's where it feels like she is, in Chicago and she never visits. I am thinking all of these thoughts, and out of nowhere, I bust out crying.

When my parents got a divorce, I shut myself in a shell that I would not leave. I would not smile, I could not sleep well, and I would cry all the time. Through all of it my grandma was just there giving me hugs and kisses and taking care of me after school. She would make me hot chocolate to try to get me to smile and let me sit in her bed in her arms and let me watch as much t.v as long as I wanted and she would just stay there as long as I needed. One day after school at my grandma’s pale blue and pretty neat house. My grandma has always been very good at telling when people are upset and I knew that she knew. Once I was done with my homework my grandma came up to me and she asked me,’’ Sweetheart do you want to talk?’’