Flashbulb Memories Essay Research Paper About one

Flashbulb Memories Essay, Research Paper

About one year ago I remember hearing about some very awful news. My grandmother

had died suddenly. In my mind it was impossible that this could happen. No one

who was close to me had ever died before. It was even harder to believe because

my grandmother had been much more healthy than her husband. She still worked as

a babysitter during the days, and that is where she died. She was taking care of

a four year old child and had a stroke while sitting in a chair. The little boy

just thought she fell asleep. He tried very hard to wake her up, but obviously

couldn.t. When the paramedics finally came they said she had died the minute

it happened. To me the strangest part of my memories of that day is the fact

that I don.t really remember being told. I think this may be because I

didn.t believe it. My grandmother had taken care of me many times in my

childhood. She lived in the next town over with my grandfather for my whole

life. Every holiday she would cook so much food for my entire family, that there

would be leftovers (and my family is huge seeing as my last name is ——) How

could this woman not be ten minutes away anymore. I just couldn.t believe my

parents and maybe that is why I don.t remember being told. The memory that

stays with me is the memory of kneeling in front of her open coffin at the wake.

I had been to one funeral a long time ago when I was very young and it had been

of a relative I did not know very well, so this was my first actual experience

in these things. That and the fact that I finally realized everyone was telling

me the truth are what I think made this memory so vivid. I can picture her

laying there right now. I can even feel the same feelings as I did then. All my

denial and confusion were lost, and at that moment there was a huge sense of

inevitability and sadness in my mind. Just thinking about looking at her face

makes tears spring to my eyes. I remember studying her face. She did not look

like my grandmother. She had way too much makeup on. You could see that it was

caked on and it made her have the appearance of no wrinkles where there normally

were some, and more wrinkles where there weren.t any before. Her eyes had some

sort of gooey substance on them, which I found out later was to keep them shut.

She looked as if she was sleeping, but at the same time there was something

about her skin color or expression that made it obvious that she would not wake

up. It seemed to me that her hair was a different shade of red than usual. She

was wearing her light green dress with her favorite emerald broach pinned on it.

Her hands were delicately crossed on top of each other on her chest, and her

wedding ring with the huge diamond glittered in the dim fluorescent lights. The

white satin lining of the coffin with that little pillow looked as if it was

very comfortable. On the open lid there were pictures of some of my cousins.

There was Jr and Josh in one of those professional pictures with the blue

background that you can get done at department stores. There were more pictures

I can see in my mind even now of Greg, Stacey, Geoffrey, Denise, Marrisa and

Shannon. I wished I had a picture of my brothers and I to go in there too, but I

didn.t. I remember that my hands were touching the edge of the coffin where

the satin was, one on top of the other. My ring with all the little rhinestones

sparkled just like my grandmother.s in the light. I was wearing the only

dressy clothes I could find on such short notice, my white button down shirt,

and my navy blue, flowered, long skirt. I didn.t like my shoes because they

did not go very well with my outfit, but it didn.t matter in the end. Of

course no one would pay attention to shoes at a wake. When I discussed with my

mother what she remembered about my grandmother.s death, she describe

something totally different. She told me about hearing the news. She is a

science teacher in the high school of a town about twenty minutes away. At the

end of the day while she was staying after to correct some papers her name was

called over the PA. She told me that she remembered that this was a Wednesday

and she was very concerned as she walked to the main office so she could accept

the phone call. People do not usually call her at school. When she got to the

office and the secretary gave her the phone she remembers everything about the

office. This might be easier for her to remember because of the familiarity of

the room. She looked at the counter instead of the secretary.s face and

started to cry when my father told her the news. She couldn.t give me as many

details as I remember and i think she may not have wanted to get into the memory

as much as I did. I could tell by the tone of her voice as she told me that some

of the same emotions of that moment came back to her as she remembered. I have a

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