Grade 8 Writing Pieces
Losing A Part of Myself
I remember as if it were yesterday, I was a young, proud and energetic kid at the age of 4 swinging with my little sister Sydney. The utmost important part of my life would be my childhood, living in a small house with a smaller backyard and a tiny fort with two swings. Everything felt right in the world.
It was a bright day, not what you’d expect for a sad story. Little me sitting in my toy room playing with my sister and our dog. It was so peaceful. We were giggling and our parents were in the kitchen making my favourite dinner - spaghetti! Without any warning my sister began throwing up, which at the age of 2 is nothing to be alarmed about. She remained ill all night and we chalked it up to the stomach flu.
The next day, a Thursday, my Mom stayed home from work with us. We slept in and then got up like every other day. We played my Lightning McQueen video game, me in the front of the blow-up car and Sydney in the back. We had a great morning together, it was just another normal day in my life. That afternoon Sydney had a nap. When she woke up her heart was racing so fast and hard you could literally see it beating out of her chest. I’ve never been so scared in all my life. My parents dropped me off at my Uncles and took my sister to the hospital. This would be the last time I would ever see my little sister awake.
The next day my Papa picked me up and took me home. My sister and parents weren’t there. When I asked where Sydney was my Papa and my Uncle Shawn looked at each other and said nothing. I was really missing my family but no one would tell me what was going on though I knew something was happening because everyone was worried and looked sad.
The following day, on Saturday, my Papa and Uncle Shawn took me for a long car drive to see my family. It seemed to take forever to get there. When we finally arrived we were at a big hospital. It was huge! A lot of my family were there and my parents were so happy to see me. They looked tired and sad and they told me I would see Sydney when she was done with some tests. To pass the time I rode the elevators up and down with my Uncle Dan. At one point I got quite upset because I lost my marble down the elevator.
Mom and Dad told me that Sydney was really sick, that her heart was failing and that she would need a heart transplant. I didn’t really know what that meant and frankly, I didn’t really care but everyone around me seemed sad. I just wanted to play with my sister again! Finally my Mom and Dad brought me into see my sister. Nothing could prepare me for the horrible sight. She was lying asleep in bed, she was all puffy and she had HUGE tubes stuck into her neck. Mom told me that the tubes were pumping her heart for her. I hugged her and held her hand for a while and then I went back into the hallways to ride the elevators again.
We all went to get some lunch, there were a lot of people there to visit us! As we were finishing lunch the doctors came to get my parents. A long while later someone took me up to see my Mom and Dad. They were all alone in a room and crying. I sat on my Mom’s lap and she said to me, “Sydney’s really sick and she is going to go to heaven,” I started crying right away and I said, “But I don’t want her to go, I want to play with her some more!” My family all came to the hospital to say goodbye. It was the saddest moment of my life.
That happened nine years ago and we still miss her with great sorrow. This tragedy changed my family. We have tried to find positives amongst the sadness. We’re open about Sydney and what happened, we’re more caring towards others and we help others as much as we can. We’ve felt pain no others should have to feel. My sister Aubrey who was born two years later in 2011 never got to meet Sydney but she feels like she knew her and talks about her all of the time. She will always be a part of our family.
Sydney’s passing has taught me to cherish the time we have with loved ones because you never know what tomorrow will bring. We’ve made a decision as a family to turn our tragedy and sadness into something positive by doing Random Acts of Kindness on Sydney’s birthday. We celebrate Sydney and her life and hopefully make a difference in someone else’s life.
The Midnight Ballet
In the dark of the night
Midnight close by
In a simple valley
Closed to the simple eye
Lights twirl and flicker everywhere
And single girl sits near
Ghosts of tears remain on her face
Leaving a salty smell in the air
and on the soft green grass
The lights remind her vividly
Of a night long ago
Where a valley
Different yet the same
From far away
Was transformed into a ball
The mushrooms picked up their toes
And tangoed around with the roses
Who joined from the forest near
The wildflowers waltzed with the leaves
Flickering and fluttering fantastically
The stars did ballet with the rain
The lonely night sky played jump rope with the ground
And the girl now young
watched hidden from a place in the rhubarb
As for her tears
They came from her fears
Of being left alone
In a small town
No one comes
No one goes
She will be stuck in one place forever more
No life to live
Not a chain holds her
But failures long past
Her feet rooted to the ground like a tree
Watching the same plot of land
Until the day it falls
Melancholy and majestic