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Just wondered what people think about it...I wrote it for school, this is only the ruft draft of it so i can make changes still. These expierences happend when i was younger and are kinda hard to recall each detail.
Death is Tragic 10/9/07
I stepped off the warm school bus into the chilly winter air, it was December and there was a layer of white snow on the gravel driveway. The driveway was long giving me much time to think. The trees surrounding the driveway looked lovely as the sun sparkled brightly off the tops. It had been a nice day at school and i was happy to be home.
As i opened the sliding glass door i noticed everyone was gathered in the living room. Everyone looked upset, what could be wrong on a day such as today? I hung my coat on the back of a metal chair and walked straight ahead to the living room. I was about to sit on the tan and orange couch as my dad handed me an apple. I asked my mom what was wrong, for she was crying. My mom simply said "Sit down, we have something important to tell you." As i sat down i had a bad feeling that something was really not right.
Then my mom told me. "Lorraine, your grandpa Kordes passed away early this morning."
I set the apple down my appetite gone. Then i just sat there and watched the tears fall from my mother's pretty blue eyes to her cheeks and into her light brown hair. Trying to take it all in i asked how he died.
"We're not sure, your grandma was to upset to say much more than that he passed on." She replied mornfully.
As i sat there, grief struck i let a few tears fall i wondered how this could be happening, and so close to my birthday. The tears fell off my face and into my lap as i sat there and pondered on what it all meant. I still couldn't understand the meaning of it.
I was not able to attend the funeral although i very much wanted to. The funeral was held on my birthday, wich made it all the more upsetting.
About three years after my grandpa Kordes passed away my grandpa Emerick went into the hospital.
My parents left us with a babysitter as they went to Cleveland to be with him. I cried alittle that night and ended up falling asleep. When i awoke it was early morning and my parents had arrived home. I walked down the stairs and into the "round room". Everyone was gathered on the couch except my dad who stood against the door.
I took a moment to look at my dad, he looked very distressed and very tired, his hazel eyes where bloodshot and his curly brown hair was a mess beneath the hat that he wore.
I then sat down on the blue couch waiting for the deaded news that i knew was coming. My Aunt Brenda then proceeded to tell me. She hugged me tight and told me that "Grandpa in Geneva is gone and is not suffering anymore." I was dumbstruck in her tight embrace, even knowing in your mind is not enough untill the words acually hit you. Her messy blonde hair was in my eyes as i just sat there. I tried to make the tears fall but they just would not fall.
The day of the funeral we all dressed in our best clothes, me in a dark purple dress that was actually my Christmas dress, my Father and my brothers in nice shirts and pants and my mother in a red and black pants outfit. On the way there i wondered what the funeral would be like. After all i had never been to one before. All i knew was what i had read in books. And those where not so pleasant.
When we arrived we all shuffled in and talked with all of our family. Alot of people were holding tissues or sitting on the benches drinking coffee. As my dad walked over to the casket i followed. I had never seen a dead body before, so i was sorta nervous. What would he look like? Would i reconize him?, Where some of the thoughts going through my mind.
As i peered over the casket at him i saw him, laying there appearing to be sleeping peacefully. His skin was paper pale with a tint of blue. I wanted to reach out and touch him but was afraid of how his skin would feel. He was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, a normal outfit for him to wear. I looked up at my dad as my brothers looked at my grandpa and asked questions such as "Why is he sleeping?" "Whats wrong with papal?" My dad never looked so devastated in the whole time i'd known him.
As the person spoke about how he is gone to heaven and all that i sat in the other room with the kids. They may not have completely understood what was going on but they certainly new somthing was wrong. I played with the cars and blocks with them till we got ready to leave.
When we arrived at the place where he was buried everyone gathered around a white tent and in the middle was grandpa's casket. We all closed our eyes to say a prayer and that is when i was fully aware of everything. The fact that my grandpa was gone and i would never see him again, never share a laugh with him never do anything with him ever again. And then the tears poured down my face like a river of emotion. I was glad he need not suffer but crushed by the fact that he was gone from us forever.
These events changed my life alot. I now can fully comprehend that we all must die at one point and there is nothing we can do to stop it, we all lose ones we love and we all must suffer when they pass on but it is the way of life.
- Lorraine Kordes
Death is Tragic 10/9/07
I stepped off the warm school bus into the chilly winter air, it was December and there was a layer of white snow on the gravel driveway. The driveway was long giving me much time to think. The trees surrounding the driveway looked lovely as the sun sparkled brightly off the tops. It had been a nice day at school and i was happy to be home.
As i opened the sliding glass door i noticed everyone was gathered in the living room. Everyone looked upset, what could be wrong on a day such as today? I hung my coat on the back of a metal chair and walked straight ahead to the living room. I was about to sit on the tan and orange couch as my dad handed me an apple. I asked my mom what was wrong, for she was crying. My mom simply said "Sit down, we have something important to tell you." As i sat down i had a bad feeling that something was really not right.
Then my mom told me. "Lorraine, your grandpa Kordes passed away early this morning."
I set the apple down my appetite gone. Then i just sat there and watched the tears fall from my mother's pretty blue eyes to her cheeks and into her light brown hair. Trying to take it all in i asked how he died.
"We're not sure, your grandma was to upset to say much more than that he passed on." She replied mornfully.
As i sat there, grief struck i let a few tears fall i wondered how this could be happening, and so close to my birthday. The tears fell off my face and into my lap as i sat there and pondered on what it all meant. I still couldn't understand the meaning of it.
I was not able to attend the funeral although i very much wanted to. The funeral was held on my birthday, wich made it all the more upsetting.
About three years after my grandpa Kordes passed away my grandpa Emerick went into the hospital.
My parents left us with a babysitter as they went to Cleveland to be with him. I cried alittle that night and ended up falling asleep. When i awoke it was early morning and my parents had arrived home. I walked down the stairs and into the "round room". Everyone was gathered on the couch except my dad who stood against the door.
I took a moment to look at my dad, he looked very distressed and very tired, his hazel eyes where bloodshot and his curly brown hair was a mess beneath the hat that he wore.
I then sat down on the blue couch waiting for the deaded news that i knew was coming. My Aunt Brenda then proceeded to tell me. She hugged me tight and told me that "Grandpa in Geneva is gone and is not suffering anymore." I was dumbstruck in her tight embrace, even knowing in your mind is not enough untill the words acually hit you. Her messy blonde hair was in my eyes as i just sat there. I tried to make the tears fall but they just would not fall.
The day of the funeral we all dressed in our best clothes, me in a dark purple dress that was actually my Christmas dress, my Father and my brothers in nice shirts and pants and my mother in a red and black pants outfit. On the way there i wondered what the funeral would be like. After all i had never been to one before. All i knew was what i had read in books. And those where not so pleasant.
When we arrived we all shuffled in and talked with all of our family. Alot of people were holding tissues or sitting on the benches drinking coffee. As my dad walked over to the casket i followed. I had never seen a dead body before, so i was sorta nervous. What would he look like? Would i reconize him?, Where some of the thoughts going through my mind.
As i peered over the casket at him i saw him, laying there appearing to be sleeping peacefully. His skin was paper pale with a tint of blue. I wanted to reach out and touch him but was afraid of how his skin would feel. He was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, a normal outfit for him to wear. I looked up at my dad as my brothers looked at my grandpa and asked questions such as "Why is he sleeping?" "Whats wrong with papal?" My dad never looked so devastated in the whole time i'd known him.
As the person spoke about how he is gone to heaven and all that i sat in the other room with the kids. They may not have completely understood what was going on but they certainly new somthing was wrong. I played with the cars and blocks with them till we got ready to leave.
When we arrived at the place where he was buried everyone gathered around a white tent and in the middle was grandpa's casket. We all closed our eyes to say a prayer and that is when i was fully aware of everything. The fact that my grandpa was gone and i would never see him again, never share a laugh with him never do anything with him ever again. And then the tears poured down my face like a river of emotion. I was glad he need not suffer but crushed by the fact that he was gone from us forever.
These events changed my life alot. I now can fully comprehend that we all must die at one point and there is nothing we can do to stop it, we all lose ones we love and we all must suffer when they pass on but it is the way of life.
- Lorraine Kordes
