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Stories About Loss [[image:grandma.jpg width="525" height="331"]]
 =My Grandma=

By Brenden Baltran I was at my aunt’s birthday party. I was eating, I had steamy roast beef and tasty French fries. After I finished the delicious meal I was talking to my Grandma. My grandma was really funny. She said, “I use to dance like this”. And I said, “Really”. And she said, “In my dreams” we both started to laugh.

So I was talking to my Grandma. And then my Uncle Mike took her wheelchair. Then appeared a conga line. The conga line went through out the whole room. Then I noticed my uncle Mike still had my Grandma. But then I thought to myself my Grandma is the best. Also we had my Grandma eat as much as she wants and have as much fun as she wants. I had fun myself, the party was the best thing in my life. So after my Grandma was finished eating everyone started to dance except for me because I don’t like to dance. Anyways me and my Grandma where talking why’ll people were dancing. Then I bent down and my Grandma whispered in my ear. We were thinking about taking a piece of the fantastic marble cake that my aunt didn’t even blow out yet. We didn’t get a slice but I couldn’t complain. My Grandma would just be mean and say, “thanks for the cake”. I just waited until my aunt blew out the candles.

The cake looked really good. My grandma told me to go up and put the icing on my aunt’s face. So I went up and put the icing on her face. She started to laugh and gave me a hug then she stopped and then put icing on my face. Everybody started to laugh I did to. We all had lots of fun.

I couldn’t believe what happened though. On June 18, 2009 I found out my Grandma passed away. I started to cry really badly. I miss my Grandma a whole lot. 

=R.I.P. Brownie=

by Karicha Sanabria

I’m going to tell you a true story and it’s about when I lost someone that I loved.

I came home from school and my mom told me that my dog had died and he got hit by a truck. I couldn’t believe it and I didn’t move an inch and I started to cry like how the rain poured.

I went outside with my dad to help him dig a hole for my dog Brownie. It took a very long time and I was sad so I started to cry and my little sister Cheralie was trying to cheer me up and I said to her “thanks for trying to cheer me up” and she said “No problem.”

I went inside and looked through all the pictures and videos of my and him and inside of my I was so broken but I tried to remember all the fun times we had with each other. My mom told me that every time I sleep over someone’s house or even not be there. He doesn’t eat for nothing. I was happy and sad ‘cause I knew that god was going to take care of him for me and I felt sad.

=The Crabs Story=

By Angelina Rodriguez My stomach was flipping and my heart was pounding like little drums. “Yuck!” I thought to myself. “How am I supposed to walk around in all of this mud and dirty water.” My mom, my mom’s friend, my sister and I just got out of the car at a lake/river. “Is this a lake or a river?” I asked my mom. “Are there any kind of crocodiles or alligators that can eat you?” my mom said. “Ha ha mom you’re so funny!” All of a sudden my sister screamed. “What happened?” I asked her. “I found a dead baby crab next to my feet!” she replied. “Wow! Can I see it real quick?” I asked. When she passed it to me I grasped the wet, sleek shell while its arms and legs dangled. Then I started talking for it. “Hello good buddy! My name is Nemo Jr. and as you can see I’m small and dead. If you’re wondering how I died, I’ll tell you the whole story. It all started when I was searching for some food and I found some but a big, fat crab snatched it right from my claws. After that, I couldn’t find anymore and I starved to death. When I died, I had to get my revenge so I stayed in my afterlife and poisoned him. As you may know, I still haven’t crossed over because the crab still hasn’t died and I’ll be here until he does. I have a cousin Sebastian that is a lobster and 2 friends, Flounder the fish and Ariel the Mermaid. Ariel has a dad named Neptune and I like him because he is like a father to me, but mostly because of his shiny, gold Trident. I’m sorry I can’t stay and chit-chat for long so good-bye!”

 Rip Luis, Macho, Fredo  By: Stephanie Rodriguez It was on Jan.10, 2008

I was having my b-day party.

Then two days later my mom said "girl, that was your cousin Luis the one that was going to be at Mari sweet 15 with the two boys Macho and Fredo. It is crazy those the boys got there lives taken away." Now Macho’s girl has to raise a baby all by herself. But it is cool though because Macho’s brother, Angel, is there to care for her.

The weekend I went to my dad’s every body was like “oh steph I am so sorry about what happened”.

Every day I would sit and cry but now I am used to it because I think of it in a good way because now I say they are in a better place that they were in.  =Mom’s Funeral=

by Jocelyn Fenster When I woke up one morning I got dressed in a blue outfit. I brushed my teeth and my long hair. Then me and my grandmom had bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. My grandmom got in the shower, got dressed, brushed her teeth and hair. Then we left to pick up my sister in Philly. After that we went off to the funeral. When we got to the funeral my pop pop Mike gave me a bright red beautiful rose. It smelled like fresh red roses. I walked into the funeral place and saw a lot of chairs, two bright lights that light up the whole room. When we sat down I sat on my grandmom Bonnie’s lap. All I heard was my dad went up to talk. I kept crying, and crying. After the speech we were about to leave but we had a little snack. It was crackers, cheese, and pepperoni. It was good, so good my taste buds were dancing! When we went in the parking lot I gave my dad a nice big hug because I had to live with my grandmom for a few years. When we left I was still crying. When we got to my grandmom’s I got in the tub. I asked my grandmom, “What was my mom like?” Then she started to cry. So I cried too.

My mom is the best mom I could ever have. I loved her. She was like a person that listened to me. When my pop pop gave me that rose I loved that rose like I loved my mom. But when that rose died I was sad. When I found out my mom died I dropped. My heart was broken. If my mom never died my life wouldn’t be the same. I mean so, so different. Well I love and miss my mom.

=Rest in Peace Lucky= by Hope Milio I was going through a hard time. I woke up one day it was like I woke up to Sadville. My cat had just died right in front of me. I had just woke up from a five minute nap. “I’m so sorry” my mom said. I nodded. My cat Bubbles was sleeping on the couch. “She’s been sleeping half the day” dad said. I smiled. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I lay on the couch the whole day. My cat jumped on the couch and cuddled on my chest. “Meow” she said. She licked me and jumped down. Usually she wouldn’t do that because she doesn’t like to cuddle. But this time I didn’t even have to pick her up!!!

My mom came in with a smile on her face. “What”! I said. “I saw that” my mom said. I laughed. Today turned out to be a great day. Even though Lucky had died Bubbles managed to pick me back up again. Having Bubbles with me felt like I was under a rainbow safe and warm and no longer lonely!

I had a lot of great times with Lucky. She used to be so bad and always got into mischief but I was okay with that. If it weren’t for Bubbles I don’t know what I would’ve done. I am always glad to have Bubbles with me I know she loves me and I know she knows that I love her. I will always have a special place for Lucky in my heart and I know she is watching over me and my family protecting us and keeping us out of harm. I asked my mom if she missed Lucky she said “of course I do so does your dad the only thing we don’t miss is that she was always in mischief” all I could do was laugh. I have a message for Bubbles “Bubbles you are the best cat that I ever had other than Lucky I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you are my one and only. You are the first thing I ever talk about. When you’re injured or anything I always come right to you.

I love you Bubbles…!

=My Lovely Dog= by Melissa Shallick

When I came home from my dad’s I sat down and watched TV .I asked, “How was Missy doing?”. When I asked about her the fuzzy dog came in.

My mom started to frown, my mom replied “Missy has been having seizures.” At that moment I saw her and she had something pink on her eye.

I asked “What's that pink stuff on her eye .she started to frown even more. She replied “It is cancer.” It was not on her eye it was in her eye.

That night my mom called me down stairs .As I walked down the stairs I saw Missy’s tail wiggling then it traveled to her legs then before you knew it her whole body was shaking like jello. I plopped down beside and said its ok. My mom said she is having a seizure. I gently hugged her so she would know that know matter what happened I would always be there for her .The big fluffy tanish beige dog kept shaking then finally stopped. My mom said we have to take Missy to the vet. The whole ride I was as I hugged her close .We took Missy in and she met new friends. The vet asked if my mom wanted an operation. Even she wanted her to stay with us ,but she said she is in enough pain already. The doctors started coming in with large needles and my mom told me to hold Missy’s head because there heads just plops down to the ground. I saw her trying to stay alive with us. I put her head down and I cried “Missy, Missy” my mom said “She’s gone.” I stayed there yelling and crying the worlds water out of my eyes almost the whole night laying down beside Missy crying.

 When my Dad Died By Arlinda Felder

As I slipped into my white dress and shoes getting ready for his funeral. With dreadful moods running through the whole house. As tears streamed down my face and poured into my mouth and right there I immediately felt not needed and meaningless. As I walked down the stairs with my head held high I stopped looked at everyone and went outside. I sat next to my mom so I could comfort her and she could comfort me. We sat there for a little while looking around in silents. Finally I spoke and said “mom I don’t think getting his body cremated is the best idea for us”. Then I said “I think we should get his body buried”. Right before my mom could talk the night sky black and long limo came to pick us up. Both I and my mother stood up in weakness to get in the limo. We slugged down the white cement stairs until we made it to the bottom step. Me, my mom, my sisters and more got into the two limos and snuggled together. For an hour everyone looked teary eyed. Until we pulled up to a tall, white building and everyone got quiet not a peep could be heard.

The tall, dressed in black driver got out of the limo so he could open our doors. We all got out and walked down the stretched out, white carpet into the church. We walked down the hall to first row of chairs and sat down.

A minute later a man walked up to the podium and said “Byron was a good man to us all”. We sat there for a while crying the whole time and then he said “R.I.P thank you”. Once everyone stood everybody made there way downstairs.

Once everybody got down stairs we said grace and my aunt started to call people up table by table to get their food. I sat at a table with my four cousins Maya, Sariah, Aayana, and Jaila and my two sisters Shawna and justice we all sat together. When my table got called everyone had a half full plate except my big sister Shawna she had a full plate. When everybody got finished eating we all went outside to play freeze tag before it was time to leave.

When the limo and the cars arrived I got in the car instead of the limo so I could ride with my sisters and cousins. When we left my mom drove who ever got in the car to my aunt Eithie’s house. I was devastated to lose my dad.

** Philippine Dogs ** “Wow Rana, this dog keeps following us.” I said as the dog came running straight at me. The dog was barking at my sister and I. Like it saw something very unusual. At first it was annoying then it was kind of funny. The dog’s name was Vergat (Ver-gat).He was light brown and dark black combined. Later in the day he started to follow us. When we tried to pet him he kept running away. He came back and we tried to pet him but he kept running away again. “Rana stay still,” I said as Vergat went in circles around Rana and me. Two months later, something terrible happened. When I wanted to take the motorcycle for a spin, I saw kids on motorcycles and the cooking shed in the track. When I came back from the small town, Rana exclaimed, “Vergat’s dead!” I didn’t believe her so I called him three times but he still didn’t come. I believed the very next moment. Then my cousin came outside and asked what was wrong. “Vergat’s dead!” My cousin believed me when I first when I said the bad news. My cousin then asked, “Who did it?” “No one knows,” I said sadly. My uncle came into the conversation and asked, “Where’s George?” George is our engineer and he worked for my uncle. “Sorry about what George did.” I was confused. “What?” “He ran over Vergat.” The next day, we were all mad at George.
 * By: Ralph Dizon **

I would never forget the day Vergat started following us.

=R.I.P. Ajee=

by: Amanda Zeledon

When my best friend passed away, I was so mad because I found out on my sister’s birthday. She used to go to our school. Her name was Ajee Naki Perry Wigfall. She was 13 years old. She got hit by a car. She was in a coma for a week. In a week they took the machines off! God was calling to come with him home.

Even though she is gone she will always be in my heart. Ajee used to go to our house everyday. We made everybody cry at the party. We were having fun then my sister went to her house and her mom was sitting on the couch crying. She told my sister what happened. When my sister came back, she told me. I started crying. That messed up my whole day, because I was laughing and playing with my friends.

Since that day, I will always cry at night for her. Ajee was like a sister to me. Every time it’s my sister’s birthday I know that this day I found out that my best friend had passed away. That is a very sad moment for me! I love her and I always will. She will always be in my heard all the way.

=Snicker Gender= =By Victoria=  //As Miss Palmer takes the other walker and I to our mom or dad, // // I forgot something in the class room. My violin! I just reminded // //myself. Out of my mouth was “ Miss Palmer Miss Palmer”. //  //Finally she said something, “what Victoria ? “

“Miss Palmer I forgot my violin in the class room. Can I go get it”? “Yes.” //

//Then I went back to the class room and grabbed the hard, black violin case. Then the dim light shined in my eyes as I was //// coming out of the class room. //  //Then I walked out to the hall to my mom. I got out side and give Miss Palmer a good bye hug and said “See you tomorrow ” // // I ran to my mom and hugged her too. // <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;"> //<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">We walked to the car and then I saw it. It was a tan, big cat carrier .As I was wondering why it was in the car. I was thinking ////<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">maybe it was a new cat. Then I asked “Why is a cat carrier in the car?” //

//<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">Then before I could say any thing else my mom said “We have to put Snicker to sleep.”

Then I yelled “WHAT! I don’t see why we have to put Snicker to sleep. She is only 4 years old and her real age is 28 in cat years.”

“We have to put down because she is to sick.”

“OH, But I don’t want her to go.” I started to cry. I don’t want her to go, I mumbled. Then I heard her meow over and over again. // <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;"> //<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">Then we got there. I was still crying. Hard and soft but nothing could heal the pain. It felt like a bolt. // <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;"> //<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">Then my ugly, mean, and blunt aunt took the cat carrier inside. I put my face on the window with the cold tears coming down. She came out with no cat in the cat carrier. I was thinking, “Where is Snicker?” // <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;"> //<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">Then we got home. I was still crying. I ran up to my room. Then M&M was looking for Snicker. I said, “Snicker’s gone for good.” So me and M&M watched TV. I was still crying. M&M was crying too. // <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;"> //<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; msobidifontstyle: italic;">Then I said, “I will never forget her and I will love her forever because she will always be in my heart forever because she will love me always." //