|
When Uncle J.R. died My best and worst summer was when my uncle J.R. died. I came home after school one day, and my mom and grandma were there waiting for me. They told me the news. At first I thought they were joking. So I asked if they were kidding, but they weren’t. I was devastated. I cried for hours. But through the summer, I realized something. My Uncle J.R. wouldn’t want me to be sad. And even though he died, my memories of him will last forever. It was the worst summer I ever had because he died. But it was the best summer ever because in that year I changed in my heart and soul. Even three years later, he continues to live on in my heart and my memories. I just hope one day I can be like him. Ashley Shaw, Grantsboro | Tideland EMC |
|
