An examination of loss
The first person I knew that died was my grandma. I distinctly remember feeling like I couldn't feel as sad as I thought I was supposed to feel because it just didn't make sense to me that she would be gone forever. Not only did I feel like I would see her again, but that she wasn't very far away. When I was in elementary school a boy close to my age died in an accident involving another young family member and a firearm. I remember being confused that one day he was there and then he was gone. I hadn't seen anything happen or change, he was just gone. I knew the story of what happened, but it still made so little sense to me how he could just be gone, the emotion I remember the strongest is overwhelming confusion. In 5th grade Fauna, who had been in my class for most of my life and was in my girl scout troop lead by my mom, was trapped in a fire. I think that was the first time I felt the sadness. Classmates and teachers taped notes to her ...