Words of Wisdom:

"Check out the hecka awsome darkwave music group Abney Park at: http://www.abneypark.com/vault_locked/ " - Kamakshi

Meee

  • Date Submitted: 12/31/2011 07:42 AM
  • Flesch-Kincaid Score: 69.6 
  • Words: 467
  • Essay Grade: no grades
  • Report this Essay
I Remember December
by Lawrence Thomas

Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2009 Lawrence Thomas

Discover other titles by Lawrence Thomas at:
Smashwords.com   or
Shakingthetree.ca

Thank you for downloading this free version of the LTe-story, I Remember December. You are welcome, and encouraged to, share this story with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied, and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form and that the author is accredited to the story. If you enjoyed this book, please return to Smashwords.com to discover other works by Lawrence Thomas, or you can purchase the full-color PDF versions of any of his stories by visiting Shakingthetree.ca. Thank you for your support.

I Remember December
Based on true events from my childhood, as I remember them.

I don’t remember night time. I must have been asleep when we arrived at their home.
Morning. I remember morning. It was a beautiful sunlit day. The Foster’s lived on the outskirts of the steel city, on a quiet country road. Space enough for another home between them on either side. The daylight beamed in through the windows that covered much of the south wall of their living room. It was cold outside, mid December, but the brightness in the room seemed to give that moment a summer’s warmth.
The room turned cold the moment I saw my mother’s tired face, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She took my hand, and led me over to the couch on the north wall, opposite the window that now seemed dark.
¡°Your grandma is gone,” my mother sobbed uncontrollably. She pulled me close, and wrapped her arms around me. We cried there for an hour. I was nine.

The year was 1982 - our first Christmas without my grandparents in our lives.
We had hardly laid my grandmother to rest, when the clock above the old East Hamilton Radio on Barton Street struck morning on Christmas Day.
It was the one night of the year that children the world over, willingly...

Comments

Express your owns thoughts and ideas on this essay by writing a grade and/or critique.

  1. No comments

Similar Essays