Halloween brings it all back
Everyone is planning their Halloween, but here I am, going over the memories of my grandmother. Maybe I have seen too many horror movies or examined to many pictures of the dead. I am constantly reminded of the way it felt to lose my grandmother. No, she did not pass away during this time of year. My memory has been triggered by an immeasurable number of things. My heart recalls a heavy sense of longing, but despite the open sorrow during her interment, I looked beyond the teary faces and saw that the surrounding, uninjured hills in which she would lay were so beautifully serene. The earth was still green, but the sky was falling snow. So what a strange and breathtaking thing it was to see and taste on that day. Every snowflake, that fell on my face, that melted into a tear, left a stinging cold impression that will always want to be remembered. I do not know how to bring life into the world. I do not even know how to die. And yet, I know how it feels to lose someone forever.