For My Grandmother
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
My life was a war zone. The battleground stretched from high school through home. Bombs exploded, high powered arguments, and there were no foxholes to escape to. I was shredded every single day by bully and then family, and I was fatally wounded. And only one saw my pain, and she secretly plotted to take me away and piece me back together again. Unfortunately, death stepped in, but her last wish was still fulfilled. And I got a second chance to live.
Thanks to my grandmother, Lillian Cohen, I moved to Seaford in the summer of 1997. The war took its toll on me, and I didn’t know what side I was on. I barely picked up the pieces, trying to make sense of the one that I was then, and I didn’t know where to begin. But I tried, and to this day, I wonder, “Did I fail, repeating the same damn mistakes over and over again?”
“Or would I not be here today, if not for that second chance to try again?”
Created: Apr 18, 2014fallenhazel Document Media