May 30th, 2011:
Last night, as I was lying in bed - my eyes burning holes into the ceiling - right next to a teary mother and a snoring dog. A vivid memory suddenly plays before my eyes. It took place about five, six years ago when I was nine and I remember clearly that it was the longest summer of my life. Since school had been prolonged a couple weeks, and I was going into fourth grade...
It was back when my parents were still together, happily in love - it was before the worst. My whole family had decided to travel to the beach in late summertime, and we stayed at a family friend's empty condo that was right on the ocean. We wanted to go hunting for crabs on the beach at night when really, we'd never catch any. I remember it all; the creaks of the wooden deck as footsteps were taken, the feel of the warm sand in between my toes, the easy-going smile that covered my brother's face, the roar of the waves glinting a blueish-grey in the moonlight, my parents linked hands and star-crossed eyes, and most importantly - the endless, infinite night sky. No harsh city lights or streetlights shone hiding away the stars. You could see the skies in all its glory.
I remember feeling so small, so insignificant as I looked up at the wondrous sky above my head. I heard my dad's soothing voice as he pointed out constellations in the stars. My brother's eager exclaims that he found the Milky Way Galaxy. My mom softly laughing at us. Awe and happiness swelled up in my heart. I remember never wanting to let go of that moment - that single glorious moment when everything was right in my world.
But time forced us all to move on - it weathered us down to broken hearts and struggling strength for the days ahead. I can't keep holding on to the remains of what we used to be - A family. It's killing me, its bruising my already black-and-blue heart. I guess, I can only love and hope for the time when it will all pass and be nothing but a memory of a dark time in our lives...
Last night, as I was lying in bed - my eyes burning holes into the ceiling - right next to a teary mother and a snoring dog. A vivid memory suddenly plays before my eyes. It took place about five, six years ago when I was nine and I remember clearly that it was the longest summer of my life. Since school had been prolonged a couple weeks, and I was going into fourth grade...
It was back when my parents were still together, happily in love - it was before the worst. My whole family had decided to travel to the beach in late summertime, and we stayed at a family friend's empty condo that was right on the ocean. We wanted to go hunting for crabs on the beach at night when really, we'd never catch any. I remember it all; the creaks of the wooden deck as footsteps were taken, the feel of the warm sand in between my toes, the easy-going smile that covered my brother's face, the roar of the waves glinting a blueish-grey in the moonlight, my parents linked hands and star-crossed eyes, and most importantly - the endless, infinite night sky. No harsh city lights or streetlights shone hiding away the stars. You could see the skies in all its glory.
I remember feeling so small, so insignificant as I looked up at the wondrous sky above my head. I heard my dad's soothing voice as he pointed out constellations in the stars. My brother's eager exclaims that he found the Milky Way Galaxy. My mom softly laughing at us. Awe and happiness swelled up in my heart. I remember never wanting to let go of that moment - that single glorious moment when everything was right in my world.
But time forced us all to move on - it weathered us down to broken hearts and struggling strength for the days ahead. I can't keep holding on to the remains of what we used to be - A family. It's killing me, its bruising my already black-and-blue heart. I guess, I can only love and hope for the time when it will all pass and be nothing but a memory of a dark time in our lives...
