Just morning.

            I remember that bright morning. When I got up snow was falling down. Snowflakes were unusually huge and everybody in our apartment was happy just because it was the first snow that fell. I do not know why but I remember New Year that time, I was looking forward to it and this morning became happier for me. My father was singing a song while a cousin was trying to turn out the light. He jumped and jumped. He looked like a small cat that usually tries to catch a toy when you are playing with it.

          A bell rang. The bell lasted more than 30 seconds and somebody impatiently knocked the door. The father opened it: “Kate your aunt has come”, - I heard. She asked us to sit down because she had something to tell us. I understood that something had happened and that it was very important for everyone. My grandpa had a serious disease, my grandma had been in the hospital for three weeks and a cousin was suspected in a crime. I tried to imagine some pleasant things but I could not. Only terrible thoughts were in my mind. Than that news came. It knocked me down and I remember everything like in a horror film.

          The funeral was common. It was just morning. Snowflakes were unusually huge and nobody was happy. I tried to cry but I could not, I tried to say something but I could not. My grandpa was lying there, in the center of the room, he did not look dead. It seemed that he was just sleeping and was about to get up and say: “Hello, Kate. Why are you all here? What has happened?» I was waiting and still could not realize why my grandpa did not get up.

          One day grandpa and I had gotten lost in the woods. However, I was not frightened, I was sure that everything was going to be O’K. He taught me how to survive in the woods. What I should do, how to find the way home, what to eat. Now I understand that he knew how to get home but I appreciate his desire to make my life more interesting, more unusual. My grandfather was a hunter, an angler, a joiner and could do a million useful things.

          I loved him in the worst way. That fall stole one a part of my soul. I lost something that I would not be able to find in my future life. Yes, my parents love me but there no my grandpa, his always warm and soft hands, his deep and blue eyes, his smile. I know that he was ready to give me everything he had, everything he could.

          Now I appreciate every moment being with the people I love because nobody knows when everything is going to be over.