I have two moments where I thought I was done, and could no longer go on.
March 31st, some had gone home to sleep, shower, and just breath. I was one of those people. We drove from Clark county to Scott county. We weren’t aware of what was in store. We got the call at around 3 in the morning. We rushed back to the hospital. We ran through the doors to find all family hugging and crying. My Papaw had passes away in the night. He had been in the hospital for months, and we knew it would happen soon, but we didn’t want to think about it. I cried for weeks. My Papaw had lived with us for about five or six years, and now I didn’t have anyone to get water for, or sneak him ice cream. The only thing that really got me through was music. My Papaw always played guitar, and sang. So I started to learn piano, and sang more often. Now I think about the good things that happened when he was here. All of the laughter, and him talking in his Donald Duck voice.
My other moment was when my best friend moved away. It was in the summer of first grade going into second. At the time I thought I would never get to see her, but she only moved like ten minutes away. We have been best friends ever since she moved in, our families are closer than ever, and I could never imagine my life without her.