GRANDPA'S DEATH

by Candice Heard 

As I opened the door, pain, tears and hurt came towards me.  No one moved a muscle. I could feel something was not right.  I put my book bag on the floor and walked over to the closet and hung my coat up.

Before I could get back across the living room, my father said, “Candice, come here, baby girl, and have a seat.”

The first thing that came to my mind was, What’s wrong with my grandpa?  What’s wrong with Candy?

My father didn’t have to say a word.  He told me with his big, brown pain-filled eyes.  I knew he was gone and was never coming back. I looked at my mother then at my father.  I took a short breath then blanked out. As I lay there on the living room floor, I could hear my mom and dad saying, “Candice, Candice wake up.  Wake up, it’s going to be ok.”  

I heard them, but couldn’t respond because the pain of my Grandpa’s death was too much for my body to bear. While lying there, I felt as if I had lost my best friend, as if I had died and was stuck in between heaven and hell.