Thanksgiving Eulogy

Salty, hot tears stream down your face
Your eyes are tinted with pink and begin to feel heavy
Every breath is rougher and more restricted than the last
And when sounds escape your tongue it’s in painful screams
Memories of her torture your mind and soul
Even the ones that were joyful brings sorrow
That feeling- that is loss
For the one who has to left to return home
While you are stuck in a problematic world
The only thought that brings comfort is in hopes to see her again one day.

It’s was her seventieth birthday and it was around the time of Thanksgiving. Everyone or what felt like everyone had gathered to celebrate seventy years of life. The the kitchen table was covered with foods, drinks, and most importantly the cake. At the
It was strange to me how quick things can turn for the worst. Although, my cousins and I were still able to enjoy each other’s company before we went our separate ways. I didn't fully grasp the idea that after the stroke she wouldn’t get better. For the next two years, she will continue to return and leave the hospital. The skills she learned in her past seventy years she will lose completely. As simple of an act of walking to the bathroom she won’t be able to do anymore. Writing this eulogy allowed me to tap into memories way in the past. Whenever we would come down to visit from Pennsylvania grandma would grasp my wrist and pester me about not speaking creole. I would shrug as not quite sure what to say. Eventually she would let go and this became routine whenever I saw her when I was younger. Also, I was around seven-years-old when grandma came to visit us. On the ride home we began to slap one another on the arm. It was strange but in a good way.
M. Toussaint lived for seventy-one years. Within those seven decades she got married, had eleven children which most were able to leave Haiti and build a better life themselves. A life filled with opportunities that was accessible in the country they currently lived