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It’s hard waking up that morning knowing everything that was going to take place. You had to keep on going though. Last night I cried myself to sleep. It’s hard losing the ones you love. I miss my grandfather even though he isn’t gone yet. He was a sweet old man and to know in a few short hours he would be gone. Lost from the haze of the world. And the only person that cared about him me, me the last person he would ever see.



Too much light was coming through my bathroom window; I was straining my eyes as I got into the shower and almost tripped over the siding. The shower was cold, my grandfather always used up the hot water every morning. No matter what I said to him about using it all up he would always say, “The early bird catches the worm.” He was always up so early around 5 a clock everyday to watch the sunrise, and earlier when my grandmother was around. They both always said they loved to see it come up So much beauty came from it. Sometimes when the water hit my face and bedded down it I imagined it was blood coming through the showerhead hitting me staining me and the pure white curtain and floor leaving it with a crimson glow. I could almost taste it…..



Down stairs at the meal table in the kitchen mom was making pancakes with strawberries and whip cream... “Are you sure you want pancakes pops” my mom said. “You know how it upsets your stomach,” she continued. Pancakes were my grandfathers and grandmothers favorite breakfast meal, and mine to. Before my grandmother passed on you could smell the aroma of pancakes sizzling on the fry pan early in the morning while you slept. It seems to stir everyone in the house, but that was a long time and we haven’t had them for awhile. There was only one time before we had that and that was when grandma had them. My mom wouldn’t cook them after that because it saddens her. It’s a rare occasion when she cooks to, but today was a special occasion. . “ of course I want them, and stop giving me a hard time about it, I only got sick once eating them, and it was when you decided to put in barley any water into the mix” my grandfather said. “All rite, all rite you don’t have to jump down my throat” my mother replied. She was always worrying about him I don’t get it but more now then usual... When you get to a certain age you should be able to eat what u want. I don’t see why it matters now though….



I was upstairs. Staring into the empty room now from the hallway. It’s funny how little insignificant things like plants, pictures, and trinkets can make a room feel so alive, beating with life, clothing the room. But when all those things are pulled away its left without its skin, eaten away and hollow. Each footstep echoed as walked towards the bed. The light beat down cover the room in an orange flush. Looking down on the bed made the tears I was holding back bleed out. I extended my arm towards the pillow with some bitter-ender. After a moment of grave downcast I place my rose down upon the pillow. The sun caught something and it danced it in my eyes. In the middle of the bed lying on its back was my grandfather’s picture. His eyes staring up at me, his face with a smile.



With each step down the stairs I felt the life slowly slipping out of me. The echoes of my fathers voice came back from last evening after the. “….I know it’s hard, but you got to do it. I did it my father did it, and now you, the last chauffeur. It’s a hard task, saying goodbye…….” Out of the trance I fell back into reality. My hand lost grip of the banister from feeling so emotionally weak. I tumbled down the stairs. I hit the floor with a crack, then I let out a wail of pain and it Reprocussioned through out the house no creeks of footsteps followed to help me for they were all waiting out side. When I got up I brought my fingers to my mouth. I was bleeding.  I could taste the blood in my mouth. It was bitter.



I closed the screen door, going out in the beautiful autumn day. It was cool out; frost covered the grass my eyes noticed as I walked down the stairs and onto the walkway. I stood there for moment taking it in. The congregation of family and friends all stood on either side of the walkway all dressed in ebony and faces pointed down and facing the ground; my grandfather stood at the passenger side door of the dark car parked in the street, waiting for me. The wind blew the oak tree and made it swayed and creek then bringing down more leaves. It hit my ears and my neck sending a chill down, and almost whispering something to me, only if I could understand. I began my decent the wind shook the oak tree to my right and other then that only the sounds of tears falling and hitting the rock walkway could be heard. As I walked I began to notice Women’s faces covered in shrouds and men with there top hats off there heads and over there hearts and at the end there stood my grandfather by the car door wearing his best with a top hat on. He face was aged and behind that stood a lifetime of memories and wisdom. He was smiling and tearing as he waited for me to open the car door, the final goodbye. As I approached him I couldn’t detect a hint of fear in his eyes at all, more a look of harmony and peace. The ceremonial words were then spoken as I stood in front of him. He gave me a smile and said “would you if you please sir” as his hands motions towards the door. Then with tears I spoke” why yes sir” and opened the door. He replied with “thank you” and wink his eyes, he always did that; it was his way of telling me not to worry. I closed the door behind him once he was in.



As I walked around the old car my feet caught my the sickness that stirred in my heart, and the tears held back in my eyes and I sank to the  pavement of road onto my knees. I broke in tears. I couldn’t get up; I was fixed to the sadness and the ground. After a moment my father got out the group and came over to me. He pulled me up by grabbing my arm saying” don’t shame this him with tears, be proud.” He was crying to. Trying to hold them back but failing. He brushed my sides with his arms cleaning off the dirt and my knees, then he walked back into pace after letting me go leaving me there to continue the ceremony. I walked around automobile and put my grandfather’s suitcase in backseat. I got to the drivers side and opened the door. I stepped in and sat down, closing the door behind me. I stared out the front window for a moment just to take it everything that was taking place in. I observed my grandfather for a moment; he was look at an old photograph of my grandmother in his left hand, tracing the lines in the picture with the fingers in his other. Tears were coming down his face slowly. He then said silently to himself “I’m coming home to you Isabel, I’m coming home…”



I started the car and adjusted the rear view mirror. My grandfather fiddled with radio finding the rite station, then after began to wave goodbye. I put the car into the drive and began to pull away. One hand on the steering wheel the other wiping the tears away as they fell down my cheek. Everyone just stood there the unchanged, facings the walkway with heads bowed. I kept my eyes on them till we were out of view and I could see no longer my home. My grandfather then spoke up and said” And the candles know their fate, so do I, don’t worry my boy this isn’t forever you will see me again, but not now; nows not the time. You have full life ahead of you with its up and downs but you’ll make through just fine, I believe in you, always have. Just do your best, ill be proud of you no matter what, your in my blood. And remember no matter what you do I will always be proud of you” I started to become a little shaky and more distort over that all I could was smile, I was trying so hard to hold the tears back. Down my face drops trickled.



Down the streets we went in the old black car. The trees burned with colors on either side as we passed them. We drove for what seemed like evermore. Each minute a lifetime of memories flashing in my eyes and as I peered over at him I could see it happening in his as he gazed out the windows. The music played in the background. We were coming up to the town line. There division, beyond that was the unexplained a road we all must take it was inedible. My grandfather turned his face in my direction, in the corner of my eye I could tell he was smiled as I kept my eyes on the road.melloncollie began to fill me and leaked out of me slowly no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. He then proceeded to wipe the tear from my face and said”Take care boy, times will be hard in what lies ahead but keep your head up I will always be there with you, and don’t worry about making me proud, cause already have and mind your mother for she just wants the best just remember to follow your dreams. And don’t worry this isn’t forever you will see me again. And remember I will always …lov...e……” we crossed the border before he could finish. A flash. Of white light for only a decimal of a second, and he was gone. Then another flash came and the car was completely turned around I was now in the direction of heading back to the house.



As I pulled up and put up to the house and put the car in park I noticed the yard was abandoned. The guest cars line the streets and the foliage was falling upon them still though. I rolled down the passenger window and noticed everyone was inside now. Sounds of muffled laughter could be heard along with other conjoined talk. As I pulled slide to the driver’s side again my eyes were attracted to something in my line of vision. On the passengers seat sat my grandfathers pocket watch shining in the setting sun. I extended my arm and grabbed it. I then held the silver watch up to against the sun making an eclipse. Then setting it to my lap where I continued to open it. Inside engraved were the list of its bears. My great grandfathers, grandfather, and fathers name were held within along now with my own. I looked at the watches glass face and it looked like the arms had stopped the moment I drove through the town line, at the exact moment he left. Then a warm feeling filled me, all the memories came back as I sat in the car from the times I was child and today. A smile spreader over my face. The words he said earlier stirred back into my ears” don’t worry my boy this isn’t forever you will see me again...”…and this wasn’t forever. I would see him again, just after my lifetime came to close. He would want me to not be so down but it was hard not to be. The my blood in my mouth seemed to have dried and the cut started to heal so has my heart. With time id not ache. I grabbed the handle and opened the door to the automobile and stepped out and began to make my way to the house. I stopped at the steps and turned towards the west. The sun was setting over the trees and mixing with the colors each tree gave off at the and made it seem as if the horizon was set ablaze, as if time stood still itself. I sat down on the steps. I finally saw what my grandparents were talking about, there was so much beauty in the world for the next half hour I watched it descend till the candle flickered out and sky was painted black. After that I set the watch, wound it, and clicked the button its side and then time seemed to begin again. Every evening following that day I was out there, sitting on the steps of this house watching the sun set, till the end of my days…. .Till my last ride.