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I clung to the armrests of the airplane seat as it gained enough speed and finally lifted off. This was not a trip I wanted to take, but I had to. I owed it to her. I slid back until I found a comfortable position and drifted off. I stared into space and I found myself lost deep inside my complex web of thoughts. There were no words to be spoken and there were none that could possibly comfort me. My stomach growled, it had been three days since my last decent meal. I didn't pay any attention to it for my hunger wasn't my main concern at the time. Finally overpowered by exhaustion, I fell into a deep, profound sleep. The next morning I was awoken by a stewardess announcing it was time for breakfast. The thought of food turned my stomach. It was still dark outside when the plane landed. My watch read 5:30 a.m. Once done with the endless paperwork, I walked into a room full of eager faces. I searched through the strange faces until I recognized a familiar smile, one that I hadn't seen for two years. I dashed up to my cousin and greeted him with a proper hug. He hadn't changed a bit. This was not my first trip to New York, but it was certainly one I would never forget. The city seemed different as we drove to the upper east side of Manhattan, I remember thinking we had landed in a strange city by mistake. Everything seemed distinctly odd. There was something different in the air and I seemed to be the only person who could perceive it. We turned on the corner of 63rd street and I recognized the old red brick apartment building. I was filled with warm memories of the holidays and the hot summer days I had spent in that apartment. It was once I was inside her apartment that it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was gone and there was no turning back. It was unbelievable, but true, I would never see her again. Panic rushed through my veins as I realized that it was real, she was dead and there was no coming back. The service was held the next day, in a beautiful small gothic type chapel with the most amazing stain glass windows. Throughout the ceremony I paid no attention to the priests words, I was caught up in my own thoughts. Overpowered by a silence I uttered not a single word for days. I couldn't, for there were none that could express what I felt. Once the service was over I ran outside for a breath of fresh air, and without realizing it I was walking down the street of a strange neighborhood. I had to get away from what seemed to be my worst nightmare come true. I wasn't willing to accept that I had just lost one of the dearest people in the world to me. Suddenly my legs froze and I looked up and asked, Why? The reply was a small snowflake that landed on the tip of my nose. I glanced around and noticed that it had begun to snow. The weather forecast had previously announced there wouldn't be a snowy Christmas that year. I turned around and found my mom standing right behind me, she too was staring deep into the sky. Then, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, See Stephie, you grandmother always kept her promises, here you have it, snow. I had never seen snow before and my grandma had made it a goal of hers, she would bring me snow if it were that last thing she did. I smiled as I realized she had done it. Somehow she managed it. In the middle of the sidewalk, gazing up at the gray sky, I thanked her. She kept her promise, she had brought me snow. I turned around and headed back towards the chapel. It was there, standing in the middle of the side walk, in a strange neighborhood freezing my bones off, that I realized I wasn't paying attention to the important things in life. It was then that I realized life is short, and that there is no point in wasting any of our precious time. I understood that it was necessary to commit myself to people, to form bonds with people and appreciate each unique moment we share with them. If I got anything out of my deep and painful loss, it is definitely a broader view of life. My eyes are opened a little bit wider and thanks to grandma I am able to see things clearly. I will always be filled with the desire to be by her side again, but not even heaven is far enough away to keep us apart. She will always live on inside my heart.
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My Plane Trip To New York

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              I clung to the armrests of the airplane seat as it gained enough speed and finally lifted off. This was not a trip I wanted to take, but I had to. I owed it to her. I slid back until I found a comfortable position and drifted off. I stared into space and I found myself lost deep inside my complex web of thoughts. There were no words to be spoken and there were none that could possibly comfort me. My stomach growled, it had been three days since my last decent meal. I didn't pay any attention to it for my hunger wasn't my main concern at the time. Finally overpowered by exhaustion, I fell into a deep, profound sleep.
             
             
              The next morning I was awoken by a stewardess announcing it was time for breakfast. The thought of food turned my stomach. It was still dark outside when the plane landed. My watch read 5: 30 a. m. Once done with the endless paperwork, I walked into a room full of eager faces. I searched through the strange faces until I recognized a familiar smile, one that I hadn't seen for two years. I dashed up to my cousin and greeted him with a proper hug. He hadn't changed a bit.
             
              This was not my first trip to New York, but it was certainly one I would never forget. The city seemed different as we drove to the upper east side of Manhattan, I remember thinking we had landed in a strange city by mistake. Everything seemed distinctly odd. There was something different in the air and I seemed to be the only person who could perceive it. We turned on the corner of 63rd street and I recognized the old red brick apartment building. I was filled with warm memories of the holidays and the hot summer days I had spent in that apartment. It was once I was inside her apartment that it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was gone and there was no turning back. It was unbelievable, but true, I would never see her again. Panic rushed through my veins as I realized that it was real, she was dead and there was no coming back.
             
              The service was held the next day, in a beautiful small gothic type chapel with the most amazing stain glass windows. Throughout the ceremony I paid no attention to the priests words, I was caught up in my own thoughts. Overpowered by a silence I uttered not a single word for days. I couldn't, for there were none that could express what I felt. Once the service was over I ran outside for a breath of fresh air, and without realizing it I was walking down the street of a strange neighborhood. I had to get away from what seemed to be my worst nightmare come true. I wasn't willing to accept that I had just lost one of the dearest people in the world to me. Suddenly my legs froze and I looked up and asked, Why? The reply was a small snowflake that landed on the tip of my nose. I glanced around and noticed that it had begun to snow. The weather forecast had previously announced there wouldn't be a snowy Christmas that year.
             
              I turned around and found my mom standing right behind me, she too was staring deep into the sky. Then, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, See Stephie, you grandmother always kept her promises, here you have it, snow. I had never seen snow before and my grandma had made it a goal of hers, she would bring me snow if it were that last thing she did. I smiled as I realized she had done it. Somehow she managed it. In the middle of the sidewalk, gazing up at the gray sky, I thanked her. She kept her promise, she had brought me snow. I turned around and headed back towards the chapel. It was there, standing in the middle of the side walk, in a strange neighborhood freezing my bones off, that I realized I wasn't paying attention to the important things in life. It was then that I realized life is short, and that there is no point in wasting any of our precious time. I understood that it was necessary to commit myself to people, to form bonds with people and appreciate each unique moment we share with them. If I got anything out of my deep and painful loss, it is definitely a broader view of life. My eyes are opened a little bit wider and thanks to grandma I am able to see things clearly. I will always be filled with the desire to be by her side again, but not even heaven is far enough away to keep us apart. She will always live on inside my heart.
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