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Michelle Moran 4F1 Personal Essay Red, red as blood. The twirling rose between my fingers was as elegant as a ballerina in a pirouette. In a few days time, the beautiful rose that I held in my hand would be battered with the wind and drenched with rain water. Not so pretty. I was still trying to think of a memory or a word to write on a stupid piece of card. I just couldn't do it. There were too many things I wanted to say.......... ........The ringing of the phone woke me up. I knew what was going to happen. My Mum answered. She started crying, she sounded like someone gasping for air or drowning in grief. The front door opened. Where was she going? Looking for help or for some air to clear her head? Ten minutes passed. The sound of the next door neighbour coming arm in arm with my Mum. "It's a shame, it's a shame." ...read more.


Earlier on, the sun was splitting the trees. "Maybe the weather knows how I'm feeling," I thought to myself, sadly. When I arrived back at the house, I couldn't face eating the tempting packet of crisps I had just purchased. I felt empty. Empty and sick. I felt as though the whole contents of my body had been mixed through a blender. I was so confused. I lay quietly, on my own, watching T.V. I remembered the last time I saw her. She was lying in a hospital bed, being given a dose of morphine to stop the pain. I was just leaving and I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. I heard the door slam. My Mum had arrived home. She entered the room. She looked so tired. Her hair was usually bouncy and shiny. Now it was flat and dull. Her face looked dark and tear stained and her hands were shaking. It was a shock to see my Mum crying, I had never seen her like this before. ...read more.


He was my Gran's only son and now his Mother was gone. We just exchanged sad looks as we passed each other. Most of my hambuger was given to my best friend who was visiting me. I wasn't really in the mood for talking to her. Her stay was brief. The mood in the house was depressed and mournful after everyone left. I couldn't sleep in my own room, so I sneaked through to my sisters room. I was so scared that I would die on my own. I felt safer sleeping at the bottom of my sisters bed. My Mum came through in the early hours of the morning and gave us a telling off for talking. She was up most of the night just sitting in the living room, doing nothing in particular......... ...........Then it came to me. Five words that expressed my feelings. "I will always love you" Michelle xxxx When I visited my Grans grave the next day all of my sadness drained away. The grave, where she lay, was swamped with flowers. I knew deep down, she was loved and one day I would see her again. ...read more.

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