So much in such short time

Saturday in late February.

Family was over, visiting my granny. My great granny’s funeral was that Monday. We managed to make the old jukebox in my granny and Granda’s living room work. We played some songs. I precisely remember a beetles song and another called “Mississippi” my granda was singing along with it on his armchair beside the fire place. My granny’s family was there at the table eating tray bakes. I know this sounds bad but it was nice in a way. The death of my granny’s mother brought so many people together. It was romantic in the sense it was so ideal. I miss my great granny.

Sunday late February.

Granny N’s body was brought into the church where she was to stay overnight. She loved the church and visited often as religion was important to her. I cried a little and my mum tried to hug me. I really didn’t want her to hug me so I pulled away but I felt bad because she needed comfort and my dad and stuff hugged her. My granny hugged me but it’s not like I have much choice with her.

Monday late February.

I got out of school. I went to the funeral. They talked about N’s life. I cried a lot but when the called her grandson (my uncle) her nephew it was sort of funny because they never corrected it and it happened multiple times. After they lowered the coffin we went into a large hall for food and I kept stealing sandwiches from the gluten free plate because there were no normal ham sandwiches left. I was jealous because I’m a “girl” (we all know that’ll change soon) I couldn’t carry the coffin. I know it’s dumb but my older brother got to.

Thursday late February.

I returned home from school. I went to speak to my mum in her office. She told me the news that three of my four chickens were mauled to death the night before by a fox. Not eaten. Just left there, unrecognisable. One of my babies survived and I had so much hope for her.

Friday late February.

I went to let my remain chicken out for the morning, I couldn’t see her and thought maybe she was resting on a roost so I went round the other side but she wasn’t there. There was still feathers and flesh from the night before on the Sid ei looked at. I went inside to my mum, crying and told her the chicken wasn’t there. Mum looked for herself. Turns out the mound of meat and feathers was my last baby.

Wednesday early March.

A girl got off my bus and got hit by a car. People on my bus watched her getting cpr for almost half an hour. I watched a little girl die.

Today.

Today is another week and I’m scared something bad will happen again, my mum is getting surgery soon and I’ve come to the conclusion I’m a bad omen and I’m almost positive something is going to go wrong.