Sad Moment

Being the last day of 6th grade, I thought it would be a good day to celebrate. No more classes or homework, it was greatest thing a kid could ask for. Upon arriving home and hearing about the death of my uncle, I knew this summer wouldn't be as joyous as those of the past.

I did not know how to take the news of my uncle's loss. There had been deaths in the family before, however, this time, it felt different. This time it was someone who had been really close to me, and someone I had a relationship with as I was growing up. In a sense, I recall it being the first death in the family since it was the first time I felt loss.

Even though I did feel sadness, nothing could compare to the sorrow that my uncle's children and wife felt. Hearing of my uncle's brutal accident where his car got hit by a train was shocking enough, I did not know how they would respond to such a thing. My mother took me to their house so that could mourn. Pulling up to their house, I recall seeing many cars outside. "Everyone is here," I thought. Rarely did the whole family ever get together. My uncle's affected everyone it seemed. When we entered the house, everyone was speechless. Some were trying to comfort my aunt as tears fell from her eyes. My cousins were quiet. Wandering aimlessly around, they were probably confused, just like me, as to how to react to their father's sudden death.

That was probably what hurt the most. It was all too sudden. It was just a normal, humdrum day, then instantly something changed. One thing I got out of this ordeal was to cherish the precious time I have with my loved ones.