Vondra Page 1 Sunshine filled the room that I didn’t recognize. As I blinked a few times, I remembered where I was. I was 2700 miles away from my home. Sadness and homesickness washed over me, it covered me like the blanket I was lying in. The blanket is rough, like the feel of a scratchy sweater that a loved one may have gotten for you on Christmas. I think about where the blanket may have come from. I think about the creator of the blanket and wondered what he or she was thinking about during the thought process on the design of the blanket. How can a piece of fabric sewn together make a person feel so comforted? Nobody likes to think about death. It’s not a topic that can just be brought up while on an ice-cream date, yet everyone …show more content…
The large wood sweeps across the floor and squeaks from age. She pops her head in and notices that I lay awake. “Good morning, honey,” she says as she walks to the side of the bed. She asks me to get ready and I stare at my suitcase. I asked myself, “What is the ‘right’ outfit to wear to her funeral?” I didn’t have a little black dress that are like in the movies. So I thought a black shirt would do. Later, I found out, that what color you wear doesn’t matter when you attend a funeral. What is important is important is the love you carry in your heart for that …show more content…
I remember riding in a truck and traveling down the very bumpy road. The roads in Guatemala are dirt and you can feel every hole, every up and down. I thought I was in a dream as we were passing through the town. I looked around and recognized buildings and roads that I walked past many times. Flash backs of past memories flooded my mind. Wonderful memories of my cousins, aunts, uncles, family friends, and my grandma. I was so thankful for the two months we spent in Guatemala 4 years earlier. It’s an experience that I hope to never forget. The last memory you have of a person really stay with you forever. I remember the last time I spoke with her. It was on a video chat on Facebook. My brother, mom, dad, and I stood around our family laptop. We laughed and talked with her and we all were happy. I am thankful for technology, for giving our family the chance to see her. Even though the screen was between us, it felt as though she was sitting in the kitchen with us. As I write this paper tears streak down the sides of cheek and fall onto my white t-shirt. I feel sorrow but joy as I recall the good memories about