Fig Newton
Hello. This is Anthony. You can call me either Fig, Anth or Guy (long story). Basically, this is my profile for writing (of course) and honestly, I'm starting to like it. I hope to see more brilliant writers on this fantastic site.
A New Beginning
An grateful lost was had. A great person who we all looked after. Who we all wanted back to the way she was…but that wasn’t a guarantee or promise. She fought her way back to the top, but the body stopped as soon as it said, “it’s time to go.”
I came back from college due to my failures, but came back at the right time. Mom needed aid and so did my grandmother. An aid of hope. I went to the hospital and spoke, “Hey nana!!”….but it was pure silence. No response. No movement. I felt like I already lost her.
Pop pop kept saying she would get better. He was looney. Though I understood why he kept saying those words….he didn’t want to lose her. That reminded me of how I felt about a special someone I love….and it seems like I might lose her forever if I don’t get things straight….but I’ll let time do the talking.
My pop pop’s will and drive to get nana back and nana fighting to stay alive…so that our family would be happy…told me something about myself and the lovely people around me…we were selfish. Things happen for a reason and that reason we should let happen. It’s not a promise everyday that we are here, but it’s a guarantee that we can make an effort to live.
And that is what nana wanted us to do…to live our lives. To not worry about her because she’ll be ok. Her spirit will live on through our hearts. And that leads to a new beginning.
A beginning of what we’ve lost after all these years. The perfect moment is now. To bring back what was lost. A new beginning where we are not alone as we hold hands….and walk through the storm.
R.I.P. Nana. You’re safe now.
