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Memory - Autobiography Why? I blamed it on myself but I knew deep down there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. If there's a God then I sure as hell didn't believe in him at this point in time. He'd done so much for the world too. No one ever said life was fair but this was so unjustifiable it was wrong. Looking back I remember all the good, no all the tremendous, times I had with this person. Until that day. It was a normal day or so I thought. I'd been to school, boring as usual. I had french last lesson which I despise. I can't emphisise how much I was glad to here the end of school bell go. I walked home pretty fast as it was the middle of winter and it was absoloutely freezing. The second I got in I jumped in front of the fire to warm up. I was like an ice cube and was glad of the heat. Then I realised I had to go out again into the freezer which is our earth. At least it felt like being inside a feezer. An hour later I came in through the door water dripping off me from head to toe. ...read more.


But for this. I would have gone to school for the rest of my life to prevent this from happening. A cold feeling swept through the house. As the cars pulled away I kept thinking something was wrong. It was. I couldn't help wondering what I'd be doing if he was still alive. I would have been at school doing maths, science, english or any of the other subjects I had that day just as normal We reached the church..........this part is particularly hard for me so I won't say anything much about it. The ceremony helped me through it a bit better though. "The Australians had a saying. When someone dies they say that they've moved away. It makes it much easier to take," quoted the Vicar. We all went off to a buffet after the ceremony. People were still crying and others just arriving. I just sat there and didn't say a word. I was gutted. Had I really deserved this? I kept on questioning myself throughout the night. I went over to get something to eat. I looked around and saw many people drinking. I thought to myself drowning their sorrows in a sea of alcohol. ...read more.


I sat down with a wet flannel pressed against my head waiting. I'd calmed down now. When my uncle arrived we quickly hurried to his car and he drove us to Wiston hospital. Again I waited to be seen to. It wasn't long amazingly only about ten minutes although it did feel longer for me. I went in and lay down on a bed. " Lets take a look at this then," said the nurse. He explained what had happened and then the nurse got to work. "Now this might sting a little," explained the nurse. I remember cringing as she applied the spray. After everything was seen to the nurse told me I was very brave and then my uncle drove us back home to my house. The last thing I remember is walking down the drive with a huge plaster on my head wondering what my mum would say. Anything that happened after I cannot remember. The final statment of this memory is that I will never forget him. Selecting the horses and heading off to the Done Bookmakers to make a bet. Going for walks through Sankey Valley. Picking me up from school. All my memories will stay with me forever and although nothing will ever change he will always be with me in my heart. He is, and always will be, my Grandad. ...read more.

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