death is like roses

Life is like Roses
My Great -aunt, the great makes her sound really
old, but she's only in her fifty's. S he has had two
husband s both dying of natural causes. One of heart-
attack the other of cancer. This story is about her second
husband. She loved him so much. She even married him knowing they wouldn't be together long.  Knowing he had cancer.
It was summer and he had been in the hospital for weeks now. He was sick. Sick with that killing disease. I left my house to take a walk with my dog. It was a nice, beautiful day out, yet I could still feel something grab a hold of my heart and pull me down. After my walk I went to my room to read only to hear the phone to ring. My mom answer it only to start too break down into tears. I immediately knew what had happen. My great uncle had fallen into the grasps of that deadly disease. He had died.
The next week was his awakening and funeral. We walked into his awakening not ready to be engulfed by the black sea ahead of me. The tears, the weighing of hearts, the tears, I had to get away. I walked down to area where they kept the food for the family When I got down there the first thing I did was grab a bottle of water and took a big gulp out of it. "Stay strong, "I told myself "come on stay strong."I kept playing this saying over and over in my head. I couldn't take it, I then burst out into tears. I heard my name being called from up stairs. I tried to wipe the tears off of my face but failed to do so. My mom walked it to the room only to then embrace me into her warmth, which only made me cry more. After my crying softened my mother asked me to join the family up stairs. I   walked up stairs only to then be attacked into another hug by my three younger cousins. When I final pried their tiny fingers off of my legs I walked over to my great- aunt only to pulled into yet another embrace. As much as I hate hugs I allowed it for that one day. I looked over her shoulders to see my forever sleeping great- uncle. I then look at the floor to see a wilting rose. I had come to a conclusion. Life is like a rose. It starts of red and beautiful but eventually turns black and dies. Just like life.