Beaten

I walked into his room slowly. It was musty and dark, but I could see well enough to recognize the figure I knew so well, lying motionless in the large bed. He seemed as if his extremely tiny figure would sink deep into the mattress and disappear. I had never seen this once strong and health man, so helpless like this. My chest began to tighten and my hands started to shake, as I realized …

…isn’t the wonderland that I had imagined. It is full of heartbreak and tragedies, which help to make the good times that much sweeter. Even thought my Great Grandfather has been dead for years, there are still days when I see a sunflower in bloom, smell raspberry jelly, or hear a certain song, and the memories of my Great Grandfather come back to me, reminding me of a wonderful man that I really loved.