Pine Tree. You start as a small little seed and grow bigger and stronger with each passing year. You dig your roots firmly into the ground, gaining your place with your friends and family, gaining your place in the world. Sometimes you are removed from your "zone" and moved somewhere else, but you are okay you dig your roots back in. When the storm comes you hug the ground for your life, sometimes when you can't hold on you are uprooted, lost, unless someone puts you back where you belong. Life is bristly and sticky, uneven. Sometimes parts of you are broken or fall off but you survive.
My grandpa, Lamond Heaton was 87 when he died. He had a wife Cloma who died in 2000 . They had five girls and seven boys, not in any particular order Alvin, Rosemary, Dave, John, Carroll (my dad), Laura, Stan, Orville, Valoy, Jean, Don, and Eileen. My dad grew up in Orderville, that's down south a bit before Kanab. Grandpa came to live with us in 2002. In October 2006 my mom couldn't handle/deal with him because of other things going on, so they put him in a nursing home and a few days later Stan took him into his home, to live with him, he died the next year in April.
My mom told us that Sunday in April that grandpa had died and we all started crying except for my brother, he was too cool to cry. It felt like a part of me had fallen off; some part of me was missing. It seems like agony tears you apart, like a raging wind or a twister. Crying always makes you feel better, and so we cried and cried. Me and my mom were sitting on the porch later that night, I said, "sometimes you wonder if you will ever not be sad about it" my mom said, "you will eventually" and that is true. Sadness will just jump out at you like one of your family members. It catches you unawares like you are a poor little mouse that gets eaten by a hawk, most of the time it is unexpected, but you survive.
My grandpa, Lamond Heaton was 87 when he died. He had a wife Cloma who died in 2000 . They had five girls and seven boys, not in any particular order Alvin, Rosemary, Dave, John, Carroll (my dad), Laura, Stan, Orville, Valoy, Jean, Don, and Eileen. My dad grew up in Orderville, that's down south a bit before Kanab. Grandpa came to live with us in 2002. In October 2006 my mom couldn't handle/deal with him because of other things going on, so they put him in a nursing home and a few days later Stan took him into his home, to live with him, he died the next year in April.
My mom told us that Sunday in April that grandpa had died and we all started crying except for my brother, he was too cool to cry. It felt like a part of me had fallen off; some part of me was missing. It seems like agony tears you apart, like a raging wind or a twister. Crying always makes you feel better, and so we cried and cried. Me and my mom were sitting on the porch later that night, I said, "sometimes you wonder if you will ever not be sad about it" my mom said, "you will eventually" and that is true. Sadness will just jump out at you like one of your family members. It catches you unawares like you are a poor little mouse that gets eaten by a hawk, most of the time it is unexpected, but you survive.
Now onto a more happier note:
San Francisco
A few years ago my family went to San Francisco, California to visit my mom’s friend. We drove all the way there. Stopping at a hotel in Reno. We visited Ghiradelli square and ate some Ghiradelli chocolate. We visited the Winchester museum and took a tour. When I heard about all the things Mrs. Winchester did I was a little spooked, the house was really cool though.
We also took a Ferry to Alcatraz Island, that was really fun although my sister got a little seasick on the Ferry. We went on an audio tour of the jail, I bought a couple postcards at the gift shop but I never used them. We also visited and drove over the Golden Gate and Bay Bridge. We had a lot of fun. We were in San Francisco from Tuesday to Friday.
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