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|The Uncle (standard:drama, 787 words)|
|Author: RainbowGirl||Added: Sep 20 2000||Views/Reads: 2429/6||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story about a girl and her eventual realization of the meaning of death.|
Steven was my favorite relative. He was my uncle from my motherís side. Steven was very tall and he had dark hair and eyes. He was the person who taught me to ride my first bike and how to play checkers, he was like having another kid at family gatherings. He would spend the whole time playing with me. I loved him more than any other relative in my family. I never thought anything was wrong with him. I didnít think that he was going to die or that he was sick. I did not even know what death was. A week after my ninth birthday Uncle Steven went into the hospital for the first of three very long stays. My mother told me that he was in the hospital because he had a disease called pneumonia. I did not think that being in the hospital for a month was long when you had pneumonia. No one told me what pneumonia was. I visited him every other day. When he got out of the hospital he was about the same as he was before. Around Hanukkah he began to get sick again. He didnít go sledding with me and he coughed a lot. I thought he had a cold. Instead of sledding, we sat inside of Grandmaís house in front of a fire playing checkers. It was to be my last Hanukkah with Uncle Steven. On January first Uncle Steven entered the Hospital for the second time. Again My mother said he had pneumonia. He stayed in the hospital for six long weeks. I visited him every day. I liked to go to the hospital. It was fun because we would play checkers and I got to eat the funny tasting food. We would sit in his room and play checkers or backgammon. In mid February he left the hospital and went back to Grandmaís house. He was pale and thin now and his eyes didnít have their sparkle and his hair was dull. He now slept most of the time and he tired easily. It was all down hill from there. The months until my tenth birthday went by very slowly. Steven never seemed to get any better; although, my mother told me that every day he was. On May twenty-third my Grandma threw a big party for him. It was his thirtieth birthday. The party had a evil cloud hanging over it. It seamed like it was his last one, how did they know. All of the relatives from Europe came. They had the party at Crater Creek Country Club where he played golf. It was a nice party. On June twenty-seventh, the day after my birthday, Uncle Steven want back into the hospital again. I figured that he had pneumonia again, so I went on my trip to Europe with my dad. I did not think that he was going to die or that I was going to miss any time with him. I called him twice a week during my trip. He always said that he was fine and he asked me what I was doing. On august nineteenth I got back form my trip and went straight to the hospital to see Uncle Steven. I went in to his room and it took me a moment to recognize him. He had gotten thinner and paler since June. He looked like something out of a horror novel. I spent the whole day and most of the night in his room with him. We played checkers and nintendo. We talked about my vacation and about when school was starting. He never once complained to me about his sickness or that he was tired while I was there. He did not say what was the matter with him. I found out when I was twelve that he had wasting sickness, a opportunistic disease that he got from having AIDS. I just thought that he had pneumonia. The next morning when I awoke my mother was standing over me. She looked like she had been crying because her face was red and puffy. ď Uncle Steven is dead,Ē was the only thing she said, and then she broke into tears. I didnít understand why she was crying, I did not even know what death was. I thought that I would see Uncle Steven again. Until the funeral I did not understand. I walked into the funeral hall thinking that nothing was wrong, I did not know what death was. I thought that he would be his normal, happy, cheerful, chatty self. When I saw the coffin I knew that I would never see him again. I broke into tears and I finally realized what death was. Tweet
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