coming home. I
wanted to see my mom again and sit in her lap while she ran her
fingers through my hair, to run into her room when I had a bad
dream, and to come home to the smell of homemade cookies. I would
never get to do any of those things again, at least with my mom
anyway.
I started to get teary eyed
and realized that Blake was still sitting there.
He leaned over to me and
said, “What are you thinking about that has you looking so
serious?”
“You mean the death of my
best friend, and your supposed brother shouldn't put that look
there?" I firmly asked.
How dare this person get
to understand anything that I'm going through.
"Fine if you must know, my
mom’s death,” I said as I wiped a tear from my face. This guy is
starting to really piss me off.
“I’m sorry to hear that
your mother passed, how old were you?” he asked with what seemed
like real sincerity.
“I don’t want to talk
about it right now, I have to go, please excuse me,” I said as I
started to get up.
Blake grabbed my hand.
Saska started to growl and his lips pulled back to show his
teeth.
“Blake I wouldn’t grab me
like that, my dog has a thing about people touching me,” I said as
I yanked my arm away.
“I apologize. I just
wanted to tell you that if you ever need anything, anything at all,
even if it’s just to talk, I’ll be staying at Logan’s house to help
out his mom.
“I’m sure I won’t, but
thank you,” I said to him as he walked away.
*********
“Well Saska, that was
weird, Logan having a brother, I guess he resembles Logan in his
build, but that’s really about it. He doesn’t seem to have any of
Logan’s charm,” I said to Saska as we walked away from Logan's
funeral.
I’m already use to Saska
being with me that I’m starting to talk to him, like he’s
Logan.
Why did I lie about the
dog and how long he has been in our family, the lie just slipped
right out of mouth, which isn’t like me? I felt like I needed to
protect him, or was he the one protecting me.
We had to walk home
because Dad and driven and I didn’t want to stay until the end of
the service and dealing with all those that knew how close Logan
and I were. I decided to go to Logan’s house later and pay my
respects to Sam, just not now. When we got home, I realized that I
didn’t have any dog food, I'll have to make a trip to the store
soon. I found some left over’s in the fridge for Saska and I made
myself a salad and some lemonade. My Dad wasn’t home from the
funeral yet, but I was glad because I didn’t want him to bring up
Moms letter again .
Saska finished his food
and went outside with me for a few minutes. I went over to the tree
swing that my Dad made for me when I was young and I sat down. My
mind started fast tracking with memories of Logan. Saska came over
to me and lay beside the swing.
The wind was lightly
blowing outside and the clouds were stating to roll in, it wasn’t
dark outside but definitely gray. A gust of wind kicked up in my
face and that smell was there again. I know that smell, where do I
know that smell from? It felt like I was kicked in the chest, the
memories were rolling through my mind as if it was really
happening. It was the day of my mother’s funeral and I was swinging
outside thinking about my mother overwhelmed with sorrow when a dog
jumped through the hedges that lined our back yard. The dog knocked
me off my swing and I hit the ground.
That’s it, the dog. I left
the swing, went in the house and upstairs to my room, pulled out my
photo album from the closet, and started flipping through the pages
and I found it. There is was a picture of Saska with me in the back
yard when I was eight or at least it looked like Saska, smaller,
younger maybe, but it was him, I was sure, absolutely sure. Saska
was sitting next to me when this realization hit me, and he put a
paw on my arm.
“So are you the same dog
from when my mom died, I was wondering where I knew your smell
from. So…..how is
wanted to see my mom again and sit in her lap while she ran her
fingers through my hair, to run into her room when I had a bad
dream, and to come home to the smell of homemade cookies. I would
never get to do any of those things again, at least with my mom
anyway.
I started to get teary eyed
and realized that Blake was still sitting there.
He leaned over to me and
said, “What are you thinking about that has you looking so
serious?”
“You mean the death of my
best friend, and your supposed brother shouldn't put that look
there?" I firmly asked.
How dare this person get
to understand anything that I'm going through.
"Fine if you must know, my
mom’s death,” I said as I wiped a tear from my face. This guy is
starting to really piss me off.
“I’m sorry to hear that
your mother passed, how old were you?” he asked with what seemed
like real sincerity.
“I don’t want to talk
about it right now, I have to go, please excuse me,” I said as I
started to get up.
Blake grabbed my hand.
Saska started to growl and his lips pulled back to show his
teeth.
“Blake I wouldn’t grab me
like that, my dog has a thing about people touching me,” I said as
I yanked my arm away.
“I apologize. I just
wanted to tell you that if you ever need anything, anything at all,
even if it’s just to talk, I’ll be staying at Logan’s house to help
out his mom.
“I’m sure I won’t, but
thank you,” I said to him as he walked away.
*********
“Well Saska, that was
weird, Logan having a brother, I guess he resembles Logan in his
build, but that’s really about it. He doesn’t seem to have any of
Logan’s charm,” I said to Saska as we walked away from Logan's
funeral.
I’m already use to Saska
being with me that I’m starting to talk to him, like he’s
Logan.
Why did I lie about the
dog and how long he has been in our family, the lie just slipped
right out of mouth, which isn’t like me? I felt like I needed to
protect him, or was he the one protecting me.
We had to walk home
because Dad and driven and I didn’t want to stay until the end of
the service and dealing with all those that knew how close Logan
and I were. I decided to go to Logan’s house later and pay my
respects to Sam, just not now. When we got home, I realized that I
didn’t have any dog food, I'll have to make a trip to the store
soon. I found some left over’s in the fridge for Saska and I made
myself a salad and some lemonade. My Dad wasn’t home from the
funeral yet, but I was glad because I didn’t want him to bring up
Moms letter again .
Saska finished his food
and went outside with me for a few minutes. I went over to the tree
swing that my Dad made for me when I was young and I sat down. My
mind started fast tracking with memories of Logan. Saska came over
to me and lay beside the swing.
The wind was lightly
blowing outside and the clouds were stating to roll in, it wasn’t
dark outside but definitely gray. A gust of wind kicked up in my
face and that smell was there again. I know that smell, where do I
know that smell from? It felt like I was kicked in the chest, the
memories were rolling through my mind as if it was really
happening. It was the day of my mother’s funeral and I was swinging
outside thinking about my mother overwhelmed with sorrow when a dog
jumped through the hedges that lined our back yard. The dog knocked
me off my swing and I hit the ground.
That’s it, the dog. I left
the swing, went in the house and upstairs to my room, pulled out my
photo album from the closet, and started flipping through the pages
and I found it. There is was a picture of Saska with me in the back
yard when I was eight or at least it looked like Saska, smaller,
younger maybe, but it was him, I was sure, absolutely sure. Saska
was sitting next to me when this realization hit me, and he put a
paw on my arm.
“So are you the same dog
from when my mom died, I was wondering where I knew your smell
from. So…..how is
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