Inner tears appear: October 21, 2008
A usual and habitual day at school consists of many cloying things. We do mundane tasks, and tedious work. We receive homework, take tests, listen to teachers, and learn. Though, this day, October 21 2008, was unlike any day of school I had ever had. It was 5th period, I was coming out of Mr. Mansfield’s history class to go to Mrs. Zundel’s English class, when I heard the familiar ring of the intercom and the words, “Reina Eads, Autumn Eads, and Rey Eads come to the Office.” I was baffled as to why we were being called to the office. First, I merrily skipped to my English class to brag and boast to my friend Kyra that I was leaving school. I was so energized, and round up for some reason. I reported to the office. On the way, I met up with my twin siblings, Reina, and Rey. We were all discombobulated, and began to swim through memories of what our parents had told us about the week. Why were we being taken out of school? Could it be the dentist?....no. We unrelentingly got nearer to the office to get checked out; when we all said aloud in unison “Jonathan.” Jonathan is our 5-year-old brother. He was a little sick when we left for school. Thinking there could not be anything wrong with him, we all promptly detached that appalling notion from our minds.
When we finally arrived at the office, we asked what was up. The office staff told us that our parents would tell us when we got home. As we walked outside and hopped into the car we saw our aunt. She looked disturbed, and deep in thought. It made me want to identify what she was thinking about. We sat patiently in the car still trying to figure out what it could be! Half-way home I thought and whispered, “Jonathan died, it is going to be all right.” I started to tear up and cry. Then I decided there was NO WAY that could happen. He was okay enough when I left. He could not have died from being sick a little.
When we arrived home, my brother Rey excitedly said, “I bet I know what it is!” then sprinted into the house. I was frightened, troubled, and anxious to see what was in store. I walked in slow as a snail. All my family, except for a few were in the front room BAWLING. They were all weeping and wailing like I had never seen anyone do before. I had a peculiar I-am-puzzled-and-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on look on my face, with my eyebrows up, and my brain eccentrically trying to form a logical reason to all of this crying. It was then when everything began to transform. My whole existence and being began to turn upside-down. Ben blurted out, “Jonathan died!” I could not accept this as truth; I was in a trance of unfathomable resistance, and unquestionable denial. There was NO way. Great drops fell from my eyes; heavy rainclouds in my mind let loose their turbulent nature. I was still perplexed, and mystified as to how this could have happened. I sat on my mom’s lap. I cried a river, with ragged currents flowing down my cheeks onto my unknown existence. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. Everlastingly and forever it seemed I could not think of anything that could be worse than this feeling of deep anguish and sorrow. I wanted him back right there in my arms, to play with, do knock-knock jokes, and have him there with his huge smile to brighten my day. That is basically it, until the next day…
On October 22 2008, I went to school. I had not finished my homework, I had tried but I could not. It was hard to focus, or even concentrate, in the least. All during school I was still bawling. I probably looked like some emo kid. People inquired of me and asked if I was ok. That is when I began to hate the word “ok.” Others looked at me strange, and the worst part was when groups of people were talking about it in the hallway, when I was standing exactly at the rear of them. I received over a billion embraces and remarks in the form of notes. Some said, “I do not know how that feels,” or “Get over it, “or “You will be fine soon,” or “I had my pet turtle die, I know how you feel.”
October 21 2008 may have been the worst day of my life. I now understand that it was part of a learning experience for me. I appreciate, comprehend, realize, and grasp the meaning of life. It set my course for a new life of happiness and delight. I know where my brother is, I am joyful, and my joy will be full when I get the opportunity to see him again.
When we finally arrived at the office, we asked what was up. The office staff told us that our parents would tell us when we got home. As we walked outside and hopped into the car we saw our aunt. She looked disturbed, and deep in thought. It made me want to identify what she was thinking about. We sat patiently in the car still trying to figure out what it could be! Half-way home I thought and whispered, “Jonathan died, it is going to be all right.” I started to tear up and cry. Then I decided there was NO WAY that could happen. He was okay enough when I left. He could not have died from being sick a little.
When we arrived home, my brother Rey excitedly said, “I bet I know what it is!” then sprinted into the house. I was frightened, troubled, and anxious to see what was in store. I walked in slow as a snail. All my family, except for a few were in the front room BAWLING. They were all weeping and wailing like I had never seen anyone do before. I had a peculiar I-am-puzzled-and-have-no-idea-what-is-going-on look on my face, with my eyebrows up, and my brain eccentrically trying to form a logical reason to all of this crying. It was then when everything began to transform. My whole existence and being began to turn upside-down. Ben blurted out, “Jonathan died!” I could not accept this as truth; I was in a trance of unfathomable resistance, and unquestionable denial. There was NO way. Great drops fell from my eyes; heavy rainclouds in my mind let loose their turbulent nature. I was still perplexed, and mystified as to how this could have happened. I sat on my mom’s lap. I cried a river, with ragged currents flowing down my cheeks onto my unknown existence. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. Everlastingly and forever it seemed I could not think of anything that could be worse than this feeling of deep anguish and sorrow. I wanted him back right there in my arms, to play with, do knock-knock jokes, and have him there with his huge smile to brighten my day. That is basically it, until the next day…
On October 22 2008, I went to school. I had not finished my homework, I had tried but I could not. It was hard to focus, or even concentrate, in the least. All during school I was still bawling. I probably looked like some emo kid. People inquired of me and asked if I was ok. That is when I began to hate the word “ok.” Others looked at me strange, and the worst part was when groups of people were talking about it in the hallway, when I was standing exactly at the rear of them. I received over a billion embraces and remarks in the form of notes. Some said, “I do not know how that feels,” or “Get over it, “or “You will be fine soon,” or “I had my pet turtle die, I know how you feel.”
October 21 2008 may have been the worst day of my life. I now understand that it was part of a learning experience for me. I appreciate, comprehend, realize, and grasp the meaning of life. It set my course for a new life of happiness and delight. I know where my brother is, I am joyful, and my joy will be full when I get the opportunity to see him again.
This my little angel Jonathan and me. I will see him again in heaven. :) He gets exaltation, and I get to work down here to get to him up there! I can't wait to see him again! :D
A painting of Jesus Christ holding my little brother Jonathan in heaven. I did the sketch one day, and the painting another day. It took two days.(approx, 7hours) I cried my eyes out since I still don't believe this is the best I could've done. I really need to be more patient.
Basically done. I just need to fix some of the shading. :LSKdjf;alksdfjadkj
