Oh God, where to start.
Well, the first death that didn't involve a pet was my Papa's death. He had low and high blood pressures since I don't know when. (somewhere in 05') Then one day Mum, Dad and Granny went to hospital together to see him. Me, my sister and my brother were waiting at home. Then they came back around midnight. I didn't know what had happened until the morning, the first day of Grade six. I was excited, until I saw Dad right next to the bunk bed I was sleeping in. I said "What's wrong?", and he told me those words. "Indy, your Papa is gone." I was in denial at the time, saying "This is some sick joke right? right?" but he didn't say anything. I bursted into tears the minute I realised he was serious. I never went to school that day. I went to school the next day though.
Then a week after he died, I went to the funeral. He was going to get cremated. Then the reality hit my face so suddenly, the second I saw that coffin. I cried so much that day. Then he was going to get cremated so his coffin slowly went down to the ground. That's when I cried so much it hurt. Granny (who was next to me) just kept singing that song that played. I still remember the song name as I poured down the tears I tried so hard to keep in. "Unforgettable."
That was my first proper funeral for someone so close to me. We got his ashes soon after that, and buried them in our backyard, under an angel statue.
The next real death that hurt me alot was my dog, Speedy. She died recently, almost two months ago. She was such a gentle dog, and she didn't deserve the way she died. She had a tumour in her ear, and one behind her eye. We got her checked out and they said she might need to be put down if they find more. Everyone in my class signed a petition called the "Praise Speedy Campaign". It was for the people that believed she wouldn't die. Then in the car, I was talking to my Mum, and showed her the Petition. She cried while I was talking about it, and my gut feeling was saying, "Oh God. I know what happened." Yet I asked her what was wrong anyway.
She said she'd tell me when we got home. I knew straight away something awful happened. When we got home, Mum told me to come to the loungeroom, and she told me everything. Speedy had two more tumours in her chest, and that's why she had trouble breathing sometimes. The Vet rang her to let Mum decide what should happen, and she said to put her down. I cried so hard that day, imagining the pain and suffering Speedy went through.
We're going to bury her ashes on a nice weekend. I still can't believe she's gone. She's been with me my whole life, and she's gone. I'm practically in tears writing this, but I know Speedy and Papa will remain peacefully in my heart, and where ever they are, they're probably thinking about us.
~SG~