Bereavement - Teens Support Group

I was only 7 years back in 99. Woke up one morning saw something that i had never seen before mom dad brothers crying. Dint understand what had happen. I dint understand death till i got older.

While we where here crying my uncles had seen a horrific death.
In mexico specially in small towns we have festivals where the whole city comes an celebrates with food dance and family. My uncle was dancing with her daughter and his wife then 2 shots later he threw my cousin like a ball an ran towards my grandpa he saw my grandpa die while he did his job as a cop.

There is more to the story an several reasons while he was shot.

But that doest matter. Never will i be able to see him ever again i had no memory of him i was only 2 years old when i saw him so i had no clear memory the only thing i have now is pictures of his smile and the stories from my mother and father. He was the guy who kept peace in the family people would generously say hi to him every morning. He loved his grandchildren .

But those comments where taken away and i never got to hear them by him. I have the burden to have two last names of the people that kill him and to have his last name OLIVARES.

Now that i reflect on what happen i always ask my self what would have been of my grandpa. And that is what kills me the most in life now that i think of him we have lost the prime jewel of our family.
Posted on 10/10/09, 12:10 am