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Chapter Six, page 4

A few days after the operation, Ginny told me that her sister was awake and doing well. I sighed a breath of relief and felt happy for her. The doctors had removed the whole tumor, and expected Ginny’s sister to fully recover. However, two days after the surgery Ginny’s sister suddenly fell into a coma. Hours later she was dead at the tender age of 17. (This timeline may not be 100% accurate.)

Ginny, her family, the community, and our whole school was in shock at the horror of it. I believe this happened in the Spring semester of school, and we were close to the end of the year. Ginny’s sister was the valedictorian of her Senior class. It really shook me up emotionally. I had never known anyone who died before except my grandfather, Papa.

When I was ten, he was killed instantly in a car crash. That night I felt numb from the shock. It was so sudden – here one day and gone the next – and gone where, I wondered? The only thing I remember about the night we found out my Dad’s dad had been killed was watching my dad’s heaving shoulders as he sat on the bed crying. It was the only time I ever saw my dad cry in all the years I was growing up.

Therefore, when Ginny’s sister died, I went through all of those feelings I had experienced in my grandfather’s death, but for some reason it was intensified. I believe now this is because Ginny was my friend. I loved her like a sister even though I don’t remember ever telling her that. But I had no clue as to how to comfort her. I felt afraid of saying the wrong thing. So I just said I was sorry and gave her a hug. Looking back, it was probably the best thing I could have done, because she seemed to appreciate it.

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About whitefeatherfloating

When I began this blog I was simply going to share my writing. However, after being part of the blogging world for quite some time now, I decided to begin sharing my artwork. Patsy's Creative Corner will still have my artwork and some writing, but I created a new blog called My Crazy Life! in order to simply write my short autobiography and hopefully get some feedback on it as I go. However, it is a very slow project right now.

Posted on September 15, 2013, in My Thoughts, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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