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African American news from Pasadena - Holidays and Grieving from a Youth PerspectiveAs the holiday season comes just around the corner, memories of your lost relatives come back to mind.  Who says kids don't grieve?  These times can be emotional and cause you to be blue; sometimes even depressed, but you have to remember that hopefully, one day, you'll see them again in Heaven. Here are a few words about my grandfather, Poppy. 

Poppy, he was one of the greatest in my life.  I've always looked up to him.  He would do everything, as in helping with the choir, and meetings at church.  When I came to visit him, at his house, he'd do yard-work and house work. He would help with anything, like the computer, or reading; sometimes even piano, and he always played tricks on me. Sometimes he'd pretend to be asleep, and I would try to sneak up on him, until his eyes flashed open, then I'd jump back in fright!  What I liked most about him was how often he said, "I love you." He was such a great grandfather.  Everything was perfect until that dreadfully, horrible day, June 23, 2008.  "At 3:00 this morning, Poppy died," said my dad.  I stood frozen except for my gushing tears.  About 15 seconds later, I walked into my room and laid on my bed.  I dug my face into my pillow and cried my heart out.

I had a tough day at school since the death of my grandfather had just recently occurred.

I was nearly depressed throughout the day.  During Math, Science, Social Studies, Language Arts, and Reading, I was as blue as Neptune; even at recess I was down.

Fortunately, my mother was by his side during his death, and as I thought of how fortunate I was, not to see him die with my poor, own eyes, I began to cry as I wished I could see my grandpa at least once before he passed.  The only thing that cheered me up, a tad bit, was thinking that at least I saw him on his 70th birthday, on June 1st., three weeks before he died.           

Silently, I celebrated the end of the day, where I had the safe, reliable, comfort of my bed.  I laid on my back, in my warm bed, and cleared my mind from homework completely.  As my throat began to swell up again, my helpless, little eyes, gave way and I muttered to myself, "Why?"

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