I avoid posting personal info here in the Bean, but occasionally reference my family or items that are unrelated to BEA. While there will be some newsy items in the next few weeks (stay tuned!) - it is Thanksgiving this week, so I am being indulgent by sharing an essay on something 'emotional' my 10 year old son wrote for his 5th grade English class. It resonates for me as his Dad, but it also made me laugh, because this is how his brain works and it is a truly emotional piece of writing. I am hoping you will be as entertained as I was.
These are his words, unedited with the exception of correcting a couple of typos.
You the reader are probably expecting this to be that jolly
type of story where there is a jolly and happy ending but it is not.
It starts on beautiful joyful happy Saturday morning. I woke up to get ready for the day and
I am saying to myself “it is going
to be a wonderful day.” But then my thought is 100 percent wrong. The first thing
I saw was the worst thing I ever saw, my cat Rudy was lying on the floor
frozen! I collapsed in disbelief but I had to face Rudy was ready to go up to
the big litter box in the sky!
I ran into another room jumped on a couch and sobbed like
there was no tomorrow I ran back up stairs and told my family the bad news. We
stood there for 10 minutes until I broke the silence by bursting in tears and
fell on to the ground almost making a puddle on the floor.
Later I walked outside watching my dad put Rudy’s body in
the car and drive off to the spot where we first saw Rudy and make that his
final resting place. And after that we got a Christmas tree decoration in his
honor so we could always remember Rudy.
