Winnie The Pooh

It’s all over! Yay! No more state testing! Woo-hoo! I’m so tired. Tomorrow I’m going dress shopping and that will be fun, fun, fun…
I learned who Cat-man reminds me of! Christopher Robin! He does, he truly does. That brown hair, brown eyes, and lean body. Although I’m sure if Cat-man doesn’t escape into a world of The Hundred Acre. That would be cool if it was real, don’t you think? Or even! He could be Peter Pan, and I could be Wendy! Then, we can fly away together off to Never Land. Where we will never age and live happily ever after. But sadly that will never come true. I will be moving during winter break and will never see him again. Unless I come back and runaway with him, how romantic is that? Think about it. A long lost relationship finally comes together. How sweet. I bid you farewell.


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Death

Hey it's me, I'm back. I'm alone. I'm silent to the bone. My grandpa died on Tuesday at 7:07. Probably the most horrible time because of the state testing. Everything started going down hill so fast. First he falls at CVS; the ambulance insists that he should be taken to the hospital he declines because he will NOT leave my grandma. Then he gets back home (drives) and my mom gets phoned in on what happened. She couldn't leave so she plans to visit the next day. That night they call 911 because he had trouble breathing (probably because he has a defibrillator in him. if you don't know what it is, look it up!) they come and check him out and say that he okey-dokey. WRONG. The next day my mom takes him to the doctor and the doctor says he has four broken ribs. I blame it on the EMTs, they should have known. So his ribs have been broken for over four weeks and should be healing. But Tuesday afternoon my mom drove to the hospital because my grandpa had a major heart attack. When I called her later when I got home she said that he was very sleepy and needs his rest. She said that we can't be sad and we have the memories of him to carry with us. I knew he was dying, mom knew he was dying, we all knew but just couldn't admit to it when my sister called later that night my mom announced he was dead, and that he got his wish. My sister cried for an hour while I didn't shed a tear until I heard my mom saying on the other side of the phone. I don't cry, the only time I ever do is when my mom is making my feel terribly guilty over anything I have done. That night I cried in my heart. The on e thing that hit me in the gut was when my said "we didn't even get to see him one last time." That hurt.
Here’s a poem I conjured up.
“Tears from a star
My tears they fall with passion
Like tears conceived from stars
Full of brightness and energy
Seen only from afar
Tonight these tears are
Full of pain but also I can feel
Relief from my heart
Because my stigma is revealed
Unfaithful and unforgiving
I cannot bear to let this be
So I must be pure
And only him for eternity”

The only thing wrong with computers is that you can’t see the tears I cry. Death is something you can’t escape but you can embrace. Yesterday was the past, tomorrow is the future, today is a gift and that’s why it’s called the present.


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