Rough draft #3

This reminded me of a boomerang. All the times I've tried to throw it out of my head, it keeps on coming back to me. It won't stop. It can't stop. But somehow I found it comforting knowing that it was apart of her.

It was the day of my grandma's funeral. So many things had been running through my mind. I kept on flashing back to the day that she passed away. I clearly rememberd that day. Until it started, and until it stopped.

My nails nearly half bitten off, knots in my stomach, and tears about to pour down the sides of my cheeks. All of these pains made it even harder to accept the fact that this was the last time that I would ever see her. This was the last time I could talk to her. And share my memories with her. Like bake cupcakes with her right after she picked me up from school, and right when they got out of the oven we would eat them til' our tummies hurt. Or the the times when we were little kids. She would take us on strolls down to the park or get something to eat. But most importantly I could never have that speacial bond with my grandma because she was gone. And was never coming back.

Beeeeeeep, was the sound that woken me from my thoughts. I tried to keep everything bottled up inside of me. But when I heard that sound, my tears just bursted out like sprinklers. I dashed my way to the room that she was in. I ran so fast that I nearly missed the room. Walking back, I took a step back to breathe and release all the stress. I swallowed a dry gulp that follwed down my throat, and sunk into my stomach. It was this feeling that I had never felt. For the first time I actually understood what pain felt like. Not kind of pain you feel when you fall and get a bruise or cut, but the type of pain that hurts inside of you. It felt like someone ripped out a piece of your heart and threw it away.It was all for nothing. But then I realized, that if this was the only way of keeping her alive, it would hurt her alot. She is in a better place now. She deserves the best because she has been through alot and needs to rest. And now I can't wait to go to sleep because she somtimes appears in my dreams to come tell me that she is still with all of us and everything is going to be alright.