Winter Water
Vivian W.
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Following recent deaths in my family over the past couple of years, I saw the different ways grief impacts people. For me, and others too, it happens at night, when my body is exhausted and ready to sleep, but my mind isn't. As soon as I close my eyes, my mind starts wandering through the memory gallery in my brain. Sometimes, one memory jogs up another, and I leaf through a book of memories, some of which I didn't even know I had. I flip through sad experiences, and realize that it's those experiences with them that's made me more mature. I flip through happy experiences, and mourn over the fact that I will never again see the person or pet that brought me so much joy in that moment.
In this story, I hope to capture the memories that seem to periodically grace one's mind, and tell of a story of a girl grieving over a loved one. I know that love is one of the strongest forces in the world, one that often tends to cling on even after the person you've shared that feeling with is gone. Through the memories in the story, I try to let readers experience the ache of remembering moments forever stuck in the past, and to relay the message that a person that's gone isn't really gone, because they'll always live on in the impact they've made on the people they loved.
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To me, creativity is like a bird. They fly by on their own schedules, whether it's at 3 am at night or in the middle of math class. When that happens, I try to memorize its beautiful colors and patterns and do it justice on a blank Google Docs.
