The Car Ride
My sister was graduating from college and we were driving down to go to her graduation. My grandpa, Ted, was thinking about going with us, but decided not to. In the car, my little brothers and I thought that we were really lucky because we got to watch a movie. My dad had a phone call but we ignored it. My second oldest sister was in the front and she was talking to my mom and dad. We ignored it.
The next night, we were in the dorm where we got to stay, the day before my oldest sister's graduation. That was when Dad told us that Ted had died the day before. We all cried and listened to songs. My second oldest sister had known for a day and had not been allowed to tell anyone. I feel really bad about what she went through. Also, my oldest sister graduated the next day. I can not even imagine what that was like.
The reason I feel guilty about this is because back then, every night I would pray that everyone I knew and loved would be safe. I know that the night before Ted died I had forgotten to do that because of the trip. If only I had prayed, if only I had remembered, I cry almost every night. Little things that Ted would have liked remind me. I wonder what he would think of me because we were always pretty close. I miss him. But I also cry because I feel guilty. I feel dark blue, and no one knows about it. It will kill me inside eventually. It has been 4 years since he died.
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