Camelot Eulogy

After a couple of hours, My mom decided that it was time for us to leave. My dad got in the car, and he looked as if his Christmas present was stolen by the Grinch. After a silent ride home, my mom still had not stopped crying her face was drenched in tears. In the house, I trudged upstairs and took the book out and set it on my bed. I gazed at it for a couple of minutes, but it felt as if it was hours, years, even centuries! I put the book under my bed, and decided to read it when I went to visit her grave. I woke up early, and quickly left the house. When I got to the cemetery, I sat by the grave and paused as if something was going to happen. I opened the book and the first page said to begin the book I would have to say an oath, so

On a dreadful night, I went up to my mother to try and talk to her about my father’s passing. She was immediately frightful and all I wanted to do was to talk to her about how wrong it was for her to marry my father soon after my father’s death. As we began talking, the discussion became heated. Soon I found myself enraged. I grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed. She became frightened and started shouting for help.

Days later my parents came downstairs with tears in their eyes. Suddenly I knew that they had found what I had written, and I have never seen my father so utterly disappointed and in so much pain. While this is a story about being lost, most lost things become found again, and this would mark the day that I would be found again. Even though this day became one of my darkest days, I realize now that even though my parents were heartbroken of what I had written it showed that the truly cared about me and I would not want to lose

She drove in the middle of the night, pulled to the side of the highway, but stopped at the thought of abandoning you and your sister. “Don’t worry, she’s still the same Momma you love.” How could she ever be the same? I wondered to myself. I pretended to understand. I pretended to be brave. I pretended a happy face and to grow up before I was ready.

On the fourth day, we went to Chico, Old Sacramento, Capitol State Capitol and to Stanislaus. Since it was our last night in a hotel together we decided to sit down together in a circle and share what we liked. Then an hour later we went with our chaporne and they gave us an envelope. At first I was laughing because I was like I bet this was the letter I wrote in freshman year and thoughts went across the things I wrote like “I bet you’re going to have a 3.5 and be in honor classes.” Then I notice that on the bottom of the envelope my mom’s handwriting. I started tearing up because I thought it was a letter she wrote to me and it was. I opened and I started even crying even more because me and mom never say nice things to each other and that will forever be my favorite moment. Later that night I called her to thank her. The next day, we went to Merced, Fresno, M & S Ranchito Market in Mcfarland and to

“Wow, time flies when you are having fun.” She looks at me and says, “Well I guess this is goodbye for now.” “I could never say goodbye to you” I say. Her eyes are glossy for moment, but she does something unexpected. She brushes her lips faintly on my cheek. I caress her face and rub the tears from her eyes. “I will see you sometime tomorrow.” “Okay,” she says. I walk to my mother and I kiss her goodnight. She glances at me and says, “Goodnight son.” I lie in bed tossing and turning because I do not feel at peace without her. After an hour of no sleep, I finally was able to shut my eyes and

It was around midnight, 3am was the bedtime norm when it came to the Sosa’s, and it was one of those times where nothing eventful was happening. I started walking around the small house, taking in all the details of it to entertain my mind. I reached the back of the house to find my mom sat inside a small closet. She was looking through boxes that seemed old and a little torn. I didn 't think much of it until I noticed her staring intently at an object in her hand. Like she was going to rip a hole through it with her stare. I walked a little closer to see it was a frame with a picture of a pretty

My sister and I were never close growing up. My sophomore year of high school we had changed our relationship, because both of us were maturing and growing up. I remember we loved to play UNO and on the night of January 15, 2013, we were doing just that, playing UNO. Dad was starting a new project at work soon so we were supposed to go to Lowe’s to get a tape measure and to McDonalds to get dinner, but my cousin called and said he needed money so dad sent her with his cash to give it to him. My mom’s biggest fear was something happening to me and someone questioning “well, where was your mother?” because she was and is an excellent mother. So we all left off: my mom to tend to my cousin, and dad, my sister, and I

Later that night, I joined my mom and dad for a meal at our table. At that very moment, they weren’t fighting. Considering thats all they had been doing for weeks on end, the awkward silence didn 't seem that bad. I’m pretty sure my dad cheating on my mom, and that’s why my mom always cried. When I got home though, it would turn from crying to anger. “It’s your fault,” she would tell me. Their fighting sparked a fire of anger inside my mom that could only be extinguished by using me as water. In my heart I knew she didn 't mean it and that she was just upset, but sometimes I wondered if it was my fault they fought all the time. Maybe I did something that encouraged my dad to cheat on my mom.

I slowly and groggily walked down the stairs I saw my mother on the couch drinking her coffee. She seemed to have a thought on her mind, and looked like she was holding back tears. I walked into the kitchen got out a cup and poured the coffee into my cup. I drowned the coffee in ice and milk. I sat down next to my Mom and asked what was wrong. My Mom responded with "Today is the anniversary of your grandfather 's death." She started to cry. I went up and hugged her. She started feeling better and said what was on the agenda today. We had to drive to Chicago to see a geneticist. My sister started trooping down the stairs and let out a big yawn. She moaned, "I 'm hungry, Jacky, Make me Food!" I asked what she wanted to eat and made it. We sat down as a family and ate breakfast. My Mom said it was time to leave, so me and my sister grabbed are 3ds 's and walked outside. The breeze was nice but I couldn 't help but feeling odd. I thought to myself maybe I was just feeling sad because of the

Eight years old and caked with dirt from a Little League game I just finished, I headed over to the car. Sloppy mud floating around in my shoe, I felt like I was walking around in a marsh. My dad was driving the silver Toyota Matrix and playing one of his Rolling Stones albums, full blast, almost stinging my ears. All the windows were open, letting the cool April air smack my face as I looked out the window. It was refreshing, and my Saturday could not have gotten any better. My dad turned into our long driveway and I turned to him in with confusion and asked, “Where’s mom?”

This is a story about my sister Autumn having a baby boy named Steven. She lived in Jonesboro Arkansas with us all at home. Just her, my sister Breanna, my baby sister Jasmine, mom and dad. My mom is very kindhearted, enthusiastic, sweet, grateful, and caring. She is there to help us through everything. My dad is also as outstanding as my mom because he is very kind-hearted, courageous, strong, skillful, and extremely amusing. He is also there for everyone; makes the family smile, laughs, and cheering when we are down. He provides the truth through us even if it is not what we really want to hear, but that’s how our parents are, and always will be. But, besides our family, we lived in a big white house that didn’t have a really big yard, three bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. And on the outside of the house in Jonesboro, it is really busy and lots of traffic but most of the traffic is at five o'clock rush hour. It is a really busy town and a big town. But It has always just been us and that is just the way we have always lived. I had my own room, my sister Breanna and Autumn shared a room because my sister Autumn decides she was going to be moving out soon, and my parents shared a room. And my baby sister put her stuff in there room to but my baby sister slept where ever she passed out at. Also, we would all just hang around have fun at the house and everything but then one day My oldest sister said she needed to talk to us that night so we all were in the

The day before my seventeenth birthday was unforgettable. A cool Saturday evening in March was perfect for a surprise. My mother woke me up early that day telling me we are going to see my grandparents. My hair was a mess, tangles in my hair from rolling around at night, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. I struggled getting out of my warm, comfortable bed that swallowed my body and made it even harder to find motivation to get up. After contemplating if getting out of bed was a good idea, my mother came back in and pulled the warm blanket off my body. When she pulled the blanket off it was as if a hundred pounds was lifted off me and left me bare and cold. As soon as the blanket flew off of me, I heard my mother, whose voice sounded restless, to get out of bed and start getting ready. When I finally started getting ready and putting on my makeup, she came back in wearing a black button up blouse that matched her shoes and wearing blue jeans that had small holes at the knee where you can see some of her skin. She came in to pick out my outfit for the day, which was a blue short sleeve top that was long enough, I could tuck my shirt into my black pants that was frayed at the bottoms and had a hole on my knees where the knee was showing but was still covered with some a skinny piece thread. As I finished getting ready I was telling my mother about my dream car. It has been my dream to have a black beauty, two doors,four wheel drive, V6 engine,with silver rims,

I heard my sister yawn from bedroom and then, a thunk and a moment of silence. She must have hit her head on the bed board because the next thing I heard was. “Ow!” She crawled out of bed, rubbing her head. She opened the freezer searching for an ice pack. She grabbed the big one, holding it up to her forehead. “Are you okay honey?” My mom asked, pulling her long curly blonde hair into a bun. It sparkled in the sunlight, looking like golden rays flowing from her head. “Yeah, I just hit my head on the top of the bunk bed.” My sister, Emma said. She looked at me, her eyes glittering and shimmering in the brightness of the morning. “Are you drinking coffee?” She asked with a questionable look on her face. “Yep.” I said taking a big gulp. “We don’t have a lot of time, start getting ready.” My mom said, she looked at me waving her hand as if she was shooing me away. A piece of her golden hair fell from her bun onto her shoulder. “Where are we going?”I asked, confusion rushed through my brain like fire spreading throughout a field of dry grass. I hadn’t paid much attention when my mom was telling me where we were going that day, I was to busy drawing. Besides I would find out the next day anyways so I zoned out listening to my music and paying attention to the girl I was drawing. I realized now that I probably should have because i couldn’t remember where we were going. I smelled coffee, suddenly my mind snapped back to reality, I realize my mom is telling me that we are going

“Claire Paris?” the middle age lady said. “Oh! That’s you.” my mom said. My parents and I stood up, I looked at her. She was smiling at me, I thought she was too optimistic, like she had such a perfect life without even saying anything. We followed the lady to her office, she opened her door and lead us to the tan colored couch for us to sit on. “My name Laurie Maxwell, and how are you guys?” Right then, I saw a tear coming out of my dad’s eye, more and more came out onto his cheeks, nose, lips. “We’re not great, I can tell you that.” My dad chuckled. “Well that’s why you’re here, for my help.” Laurie said. “So tell me what happened.” she added. My mom started saying “Claire got diagnosed and she had to give up swim, competitive swim.” “Oh, I’m sorry” Laurie sounded more depressed. “How long have you swam competitively.” I looked at her, I could sense my parents looking at me, thinking I’d answer her. Instead my mom answered, “7 years.” “Well that’s a long time.” Laurie replied. My mom wanted me to talk to Laurie privately, so my parents decided to exit the room. I didn’t want them to leave, I didn’t want to tell some random lady about my problem and how I felt about. But right then, they were gone.