Post by reaper on Dec 21, 2019 11:01:28 GMT -5
Some years ago...i forget the exact year, but the events of that December morning will forever haunt me. The 18th day of the month....in the early morning....just 7 days befor the ever anticipated Christmas day..
.a joyous time for family and all of humanity as well....turned into one of the darkest days of my life.
My day began with a groggy realization of just how cold the room was....the space heater was off and i was too snug under the covers to get up and turn it on....aww well.!
Just then i heard noise coming from the restroom. I was unlucky to have my bedroom right next to it. So as you can imagine i heard everybodies business...the walls were very thin.
Yes the noise was grandfathers coughing. He always seemed to cause quite a commotion when he did his morning routine. Maybe it was his lungs still complaining from the years of smoking. Eventhough in all of my 13 years of life...i never saw him smoke. So its clear to me that he had quit his smoking habit. Maybe to be a good role model for me...since it was him and grandma who raised me since i was a diaper toting boy.
And here is where the darkest hour came to pass.....along with one of my greatest "what if" moments occured.
So i was hearing him cough and when the restroom door squeaked open i thought of calling out to my grandfather to come and turn on the heater for me. I really was cold....but...i quickly dismissed the thought and slipped into sleep once again lying there lazily. When the scream broke the quiet December morning. Broke the silence. Broke me...broke my world.
It was my loving grandmother letting out a horrific yelp, like i had never heard before. Without hesitation i sprang from under the covers and out of bed. I ran to their bedroom. My grandmother was in tears holding on to my grandfathers lifeless body.
As i ran in the room my uncle Robert was somehow, someway also there. I guess the scream was louder than i could ever remember because he lived next door.
Robert began chest compressions like he had done this everyday of his life. Like an accomplished EMT.
And as if on cue or like a rehearsed tag team....
.....i began mouth to mouth resuscitation on my grandfather. Every breath i executed was a futile effort. I could hear a strange gurgling sound eminating from inside his body.
No one ever forgets the time you see your hero...the man who raised you....
...die from a massive heart attack
Where all for veins in his heart blew at once. Never had i put so much thought into what MASSIVE CORONARY meant...until that December morning.
And it was then i thought....."what if" i had called him to turn on the heater in my room???
Guess that Christmas was canceled...or if it wasnt...i cannot remember a single present i got.
True tragedy....you may think...
...only that wasnt the end of that disastrous pain. 6 months later..on what would have been my grandfathers birthday....my sleep was interrupted with a ringing phone...
....with the news of my fathers MURDER.
Thats where Reapers dark origins begin.
And here we have drole twilight...calling me out. Twilight...your boring...always have been. Just because you set a story in the past....it does not make it interesting...you bore me...you bore everyone with those longwinded stories of yours...if thats what you call a story....short and to the point is my style...but as you can see from the entry above...i can go long and hard....you are just not in MY LEAGUE.
REAPER OUT
.a joyous time for family and all of humanity as well....turned into one of the darkest days of my life.
My day began with a groggy realization of just how cold the room was....the space heater was off and i was too snug under the covers to get up and turn it on....aww well.!
Just then i heard noise coming from the restroom. I was unlucky to have my bedroom right next to it. So as you can imagine i heard everybodies business...the walls were very thin.
Yes the noise was grandfathers coughing. He always seemed to cause quite a commotion when he did his morning routine. Maybe it was his lungs still complaining from the years of smoking. Eventhough in all of my 13 years of life...i never saw him smoke. So its clear to me that he had quit his smoking habit. Maybe to be a good role model for me...since it was him and grandma who raised me since i was a diaper toting boy.
And here is where the darkest hour came to pass.....along with one of my greatest "what if" moments occured.
So i was hearing him cough and when the restroom door squeaked open i thought of calling out to my grandfather to come and turn on the heater for me. I really was cold....but...i quickly dismissed the thought and slipped into sleep once again lying there lazily. When the scream broke the quiet December morning. Broke the silence. Broke me...broke my world.
It was my loving grandmother letting out a horrific yelp, like i had never heard before. Without hesitation i sprang from under the covers and out of bed. I ran to their bedroom. My grandmother was in tears holding on to my grandfathers lifeless body.
As i ran in the room my uncle Robert was somehow, someway also there. I guess the scream was louder than i could ever remember because he lived next door.
Robert began chest compressions like he had done this everyday of his life. Like an accomplished EMT.
And as if on cue or like a rehearsed tag team....
.....i began mouth to mouth resuscitation on my grandfather. Every breath i executed was a futile effort. I could hear a strange gurgling sound eminating from inside his body.
No one ever forgets the time you see your hero...the man who raised you....
...die from a massive heart attack
Where all for veins in his heart blew at once. Never had i put so much thought into what MASSIVE CORONARY meant...until that December morning.
And it was then i thought....."what if" i had called him to turn on the heater in my room???
Guess that Christmas was canceled...or if it wasnt...i cannot remember a single present i got.
True tragedy....you may think...
...only that wasnt the end of that disastrous pain. 6 months later..on what would have been my grandfathers birthday....my sleep was interrupted with a ringing phone...
....with the news of my fathers MURDER.
Thats where Reapers dark origins begin.
And here we have drole twilight...calling me out. Twilight...your boring...always have been. Just because you set a story in the past....it does not make it interesting...you bore me...you bore everyone with those longwinded stories of yours...if thats what you call a story....short and to the point is my style...but as you can see from the entry above...i can go long and hard....you are just not in MY LEAGUE.
REAPER OUT
