6 months, 3 deaths
by Jennifer Jones
I'm Jennifer, 12 years old and in seventh grade. My Great Aunt died today actually. But she's both the first.
In August of last year my eighteen year old cousin James McDowell died of heart failure. The next month, my step dad's grandmother died after being in a coma from a stroke.
And today my great aunt Louise died after just starting chemo therapy just three days before now for her lung cancer. They are not the only ones I have lost though. My father actually died when I was four, of a heart attack. Gary Dawane Jones, aka my dad, died at age 32. I bear through it, but no doubt it hurts like a third degree burn. The scars will never fade for me, and I cry against my own free will. This is the first time I have ever shared my story publicly, but I will say now I feel a little better. Because while scars won't fade completely you can make them blend in at least.
My body betrays me, no matter how much of a strong front I put up, it breaks at the mention of death, and I'll bread down along side it. I don't like to cry, and I hate crying in front of others. I guess I'm just a little hard edged when it comes to that....