Dia De Los Muertos ( Day 2)
Today I celebrate the many friends and family members I have lost but will always cherish the amazing memories with them. Many family members I never got to met but I still celebrate them because they had a amazing legacy to share with other, so there are a few people I would like to tell you about.
My great grandfather Eugene fought in Korean war. I never knew him, but mom and grandma Sharon would always tell me story's about him when he was alive. He died a year after I was born (1997). He lived in Florida after he got divorced from great grandma in the 80's, but after I was born he always sent money to mom to help her take care of me.
The first person I actually remember passing away is my great grandma brown. I was only 7 years old. I felt really close to her as my parents where dating then when they got married.I still have some flash backs about it it was worse in my teen years but there are parts I still remember. I was at my grandma Sharon house when my mom called and after Sharon told me what happen i blacked out. then the next thing I remember is being there at the funeral home and i remember falling then being in my moms lap and crying. There re days i wish she was still here, sometimes i wish for some advice but i remember loving her so much and I always will.
In 2006 just 4 months after the twins where born, great grandpa brown died. I was sad, I did miss a bunch of school, but I was not as close to him as i was with great grandma, and now as I got older I regret it a lot, but I do love living in his house.
My freshman year honestly felt like hell when 2 of the most amazing people passed away. A friend from the school I went to with, I never thought it would happen, from my point, he was happy, I met him when I got lost and i just came out of the girls bathroom crying, and I bumped into him. He helped me out and help me find my class. I see him in the halls and talk sometimes, but i never knew if anything was wrong, till the next day, few friends told me. Not long after that my great great aunt died. She was great grandpa browns sister. I knew her since I was very little and just knowing someone years then having them gone, it hurt a lot. It was also the year I did not talk to my parents because they never told me, my cousin did after I said " I hope shes doing better". After that year I did talk to my parents after we have gotten into a fight and I brought up that they did not tell me. After that they tell me and we talk about it, but having them tell me and talking about the memories and stuff brought us closer.
My last year of high school someone distant but family passed away, we called her Aunt Lillian. She was 106 years old. She died during my singing practices and i couldn't go see her because on the day her funeral was I had to be at the Whiting Auditorium for a show on ABC 12 called the Holiday Pops. I remember breaking down so hard because i have felt so guilty not having the time being sad for her but after I got to cry and been sad I felt better as myself.
After I graduated from high school just before winter break a friend from high school killed them self and I remember crying calling my mom saying I wanted to go home. My ex at the time saw me cry, did nothing, when i told him, he did not seam to care, before me and ken dated we talked about it and we agreed that he was, not a well liked person at all and never rally consider others feelings, even the ones he hurts.
As I lit the candle tonight and eat dinner listening to Pandora, I am reminded by so many more people who I never got to meet and other who are no longer here anymore but are always here when I need them.
My great grandfather Eugene fought in Korean war. I never knew him, but mom and grandma Sharon would always tell me story's about him when he was alive. He died a year after I was born (1997). He lived in Florida after he got divorced from great grandma in the 80's, but after I was born he always sent money to mom to help her take care of me.
The first person I actually remember passing away is my great grandma brown. I was only 7 years old. I felt really close to her as my parents where dating then when they got married.I still have some flash backs about it it was worse in my teen years but there are parts I still remember. I was at my grandma Sharon house when my mom called and after Sharon told me what happen i blacked out. then the next thing I remember is being there at the funeral home and i remember falling then being in my moms lap and crying. There re days i wish she was still here, sometimes i wish for some advice but i remember loving her so much and I always will.
In 2006 just 4 months after the twins where born, great grandpa brown died. I was sad, I did miss a bunch of school, but I was not as close to him as i was with great grandma, and now as I got older I regret it a lot, but I do love living in his house.
My freshman year honestly felt like hell when 2 of the most amazing people passed away. A friend from the school I went to with, I never thought it would happen, from my point, he was happy, I met him when I got lost and i just came out of the girls bathroom crying, and I bumped into him. He helped me out and help me find my class. I see him in the halls and talk sometimes, but i never knew if anything was wrong, till the next day, few friends told me. Not long after that my great great aunt died. She was great grandpa browns sister. I knew her since I was very little and just knowing someone years then having them gone, it hurt a lot. It was also the year I did not talk to my parents because they never told me, my cousin did after I said " I hope shes doing better". After that year I did talk to my parents after we have gotten into a fight and I brought up that they did not tell me. After that they tell me and we talk about it, but having them tell me and talking about the memories and stuff brought us closer.
My last year of high school someone distant but family passed away, we called her Aunt Lillian. She was 106 years old. She died during my singing practices and i couldn't go see her because on the day her funeral was I had to be at the Whiting Auditorium for a show on ABC 12 called the Holiday Pops. I remember breaking down so hard because i have felt so guilty not having the time being sad for her but after I got to cry and been sad I felt better as myself.
After I graduated from high school just before winter break a friend from high school killed them self and I remember crying calling my mom saying I wanted to go home. My ex at the time saw me cry, did nothing, when i told him, he did not seam to care, before me and ken dated we talked about it and we agreed that he was, not a well liked person at all and never rally consider others feelings, even the ones he hurts.
As I lit the candle tonight and eat dinner listening to Pandora, I am reminded by so many more people who I never got to meet and other who are no longer here anymore but are always here when I need them.
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