ESSAY 1: PREWRITING 3

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I HAD ONLY BEEN ELEVEN YEARS OLD FOR ABOUT A MONTH AND ATTENDED TOTEM MIDDLE SCHOOL. IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT, AND FOR SOME REASON, I HAD A HORRIBLE STOMACH ACHE. SO MY MOM LET ME SLEEP WITH HER THAT NIGHT. I SOMETIMES WISH THAT I WASNT IN THE ROOM TO OVERHEAR THE WORST PHONE CALL THAT SATURDAY MORNING. I ACTED AS THOUGH I WAS STILL SLEEPING WHILE MY MOM CRIED, SAYING, "WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM US GOD?!?" WHEN I COULDNT HOLD MY PEE ANY LONGER AND DECIDED TO "WAKE UP," MY MOM BROKE THE HORRIFIC NEWS TO ME. IN RESPONCE, I JUST SAID "HMM" AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM AS THOUGH SHE HAD TOLD ME THAT THE SKY WAS BLUE. MY DENIAL STAYED THERE UNTIL THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL.

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IT WAS ON THE 21ST OF JANUARY. I REMEMBER MY MOM TELLING ME TO WEAR BLACK BECAUSE NEITHER SHE OR I KNEW WHAT TO PUT ON FOR THAT DAY. I WANTED TO WEAR SOMETHING COLORFUL AND FLASHY, WHICH WOULD BE THE WRONG ATTIRE FOR THIS SAD OCCASION. BUT I WAS STILL NOT IN TUNE WITH REALITY AT THE TIME, SO EVERYTHING SEEMED NORMAL. WHEN WE ARRIVED AT THE FUNERAL WITH MY FAMILY, I COULD SEE HIS HEAD AS I GLANCED AT THE CASKET WHILE PEOPLE WENT TO VIEW HIM, BUT YET THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT. I ASKED MY MOM IF I COULD GO SEE HIM, BUT RECIEVED A REJECTION BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE NIGHTMARES, ACCORDING TO MY MOTHER. I KEPT WONDERING WHY EVERYONE THAT SPOKE AT THE FUNERAL WAS SPEAKING OF HIM AS THOUGH HE WASNT ALIVE AND WHY MY AUNT KEPT CRYING. IT WASNT UNTIL AFTER THE FUNERAL THAT I ALLOWED REALITY TO SINK INTO MY SOUL. MY COUSIN GAVE ME A HUG, AND AS SHE PUT HER ARMS AROUND ME, IT BEGAN TO HIT ME. HE WAS GONE. IMMEDIATELY TEARS CAME RUSHING DOWN MY FACE AND I BALLED IN MY COUSINS ARMS.

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HIS NAME WAS ALFRED DOUGLAS ROGERS. HE HAD A WIFE NAMED REGINA AND TWO CHILDREN, BRITTANY AND BRANDON. HE WAS MY GOD FATHERS BROTHER, SO HE KNEW ME SINCE BIRTH. HE WAS THE NICEST PERSON I HAD EVER MET IN MY ELEVEN YEARS OF LIFE, AND IN MY OPINION, THE CLOSEST TO GOD. IN OTHER WORDS, I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS ALMOST LIKE GODS SON. HE ATTENDED THE SAME CHURCH AS MY FAMILY AND I DID, SO ALMOST EVERY SUNDAY, I WOULD GO TO HIS HOUSE AFTER CHURCH. EVERYTIME HE HUGGED ME, IT FELT LIKE A BIG ANGEL BEAR PROTECTING ME FROM ALL OF THE "BAD" THINGS IN LIFE. BECAUSE I DIDNT HAVE A FATHER IN MY LIFE, HE WAS LIKE THE FATHER I NEVER HAD, AND NOW LIKE THE FATHER I WILL NEVER HAVE.