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Do you ever just sit and think about losing someone? Someone close? Like a brother, sister, mother, or father? Do you ever think of what life would be like with them being there? their presence a memory. I was watching this movie Pieces of April and it got me thinking a lot. I mean i always sit and think about losing someone. Ironically, I used to do that a lot before Daddy died. I vividly remember sitting in the car on Queens Mary Highway in St. Croix at the Vielco intersection and just thinking about not having Daddy there. No more Daddy. I would cry and cry. Just sit in the backseat and randomly start wailing. My mother never understood. It was just I dunno. My emotionalness, sentimentality (is that a word?). The other day, I was talking to some people at school (when school was still in session) about not having my brother there. I would be completely devastated if I lost my little brother. I know that we are not close (hell he is only 7) but I mean he is so completely special to me. He is just so perfect to me. It is the same story with my grandparents on my mother's side. They are my second set of parents. My grandmother raised me when i was really little and I lived in their house most of my life. I mean I have other grandparents but I'm not close to them. It is as if we each have that certain pair of g-parents. My brother has Grandma and Grandpa Ali. Savanah (first cousin...aunt's daughter (mom's sister's daughter--ok u get the picture) has her dad's parents, Alida and Edwin. I have Mama Nelly and Papa Loli.
Approximate Word count = 1135
Approximate Pages = 4.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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