DaddyIt is early springwhen my grandmother sends for us.Warm enough to believe againthat food will come from the newly thawed earth.This is the weather, my mother says, Daddy loved to garden in. We arrive not long before my grandfather is about to takehis last breaths,breathless ourselves from our fist ridein an airplane.I want to tell him all about ithow loud it was when the plane lifted into the sky,each of us, leaning toward the window,watching New Yorkgrow small and speckled beneath us.How the meals arrivedon tiny-some kind of fish that none of us ate. I want to tell him how the stewardess gave us wings to pin to our blouses and shirts and told Mama we were beautiful and well behaved. But my grandfather is sleeping when we come to his bedside, opens his eyes only to smile, turns so that my grandmother can press ice cubes against his lips. She tells us,He needs his rest now. That eveninghe dies.On the day he is buried, my sister and I wear white dresses,, the boys in white shirts and ties. We walk slowly through Nicholtown, a long parade of people who loved him- Hope, Dell, Roman, and me leading it. This is how we bury our dead- a silent parade through the streets, showing the world our sadness, others who knew my grandfather joining in on the walk, children waving,grown-ups dabbing at their eyes.Ashes to ashes, we say at the grave sitewith each handful of dirt we drop gently onto his lowering casket.We will see you in the by and by, we say.we will see you in the by and by.
The reason why I picked the the story daddy is because i can really relate to Jacqueline. My great-grandfather had died in his bed in 2018. I was only 8 years old, my sister Layla was 6, my sister Taylor was 3 years old and my cousin was 7 years old. I remember my mom and my aunt had both went outside crying. The ambulance had came and had took our grandfather, Me and my cousin asked why did the ambulance come take grandpa, my aunt had said that he is in a better place now. I can relate to Jacqueline because her grandfather was happy to see his grandkids just like my great-grandfather. We had went to his bed and we talked to him. Then he had died that night. We had went out of the room because our mom and aunt wanted to see him. My brother was just born in June 15 of 2018 so he never really got to meet our great-grandfather. The day he was buried were rode in a limousine. So many people that loved him were there. After he was buried everything had changed. My little brother did not go because he was a few moths old. That day was very sad for me and my family. It is now 2022, it has been 4 years since my great-grandfather has passed away. My mom has a picture of him that when you come into the house you see it. My mom does not like to bring up his name sometimes because she missies our great-grandfather a lot. But this is why I picked the story Daddy because i can relate to Jacqueline a lot.