by Larissa Sullivan

Created on: October 07, 2008

The day my father died

I was three going on ten

I understood that unlike Wile E Coyote

My father was not coming back

The day my step-dad tore my room apart

I was seven going on sixteen

I realized that people have their vices

But you can still love them no matter what

The day my grandpa fell off a ladder

I was ten going on twenty

Realizing that just because life is fragile

It doesn't mean a strong will can't keep you alive

The day my step-dad moved out

I was twelve going on thirty

Taking a few deep breaths after crying

Knowing I could make it with the ones I loved

The day I was admitted into the hospital

I was fourteen going on forty

Reflecting on all the hardships

And seeing my life worth living

The day my mom was diagnosed with cancer

I was sixteen going on seventy

Realizing that the healthiest people can be sick

And that if you hold onto loved ones hard enough

They never will truly die

I sit before you now

Seventeen going on eighty

With a wonderful mother and family

And a wonderful soul-mate

And for once

I am truly content with my life and past

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