Memory Doll

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This is my very special porcelain doll. I took a picture of it because it is really important to me. I took my picture on my bed because I was kind of I a hurry to get it to Mr. Buran. The lighting could have been better but it is what is. I got this doll for Christmas when I was six years old. My uncle Harrell gave it to me as a gift.  My mom took away from me because she didn’t want to me break it. She put mine and my sisters up in a glass cabinet along with all of her other breakables that she didn’t want me and my younger sister to get ahold of and ruin. She finally gave the back to me a few years ago. I put it on my T.V that way at night I could look at. The doll honestly didn’t mean much to me till a year ago when I went to Oregon for two weeks with my uncle Harrell and we would go on drives and spend all the time together one day we went driving all day we stopped to see two of his friends. That trip probably would have been very boring if he wouldn’t have been there. He made me laugh the whole time!  By the time I left me and my uncle had gotten very close. I was going to miss him so much while I went back to CA and he stayed in Oregon.  A month past by and he came to visit. I was happy to see him I ran up and he started to crack jokes on me just like before. His laugh is unforgettable as soon as I heard it I hugged him! I didn’t realize how much I missed that laugh, that deep laugh annoying laugh! He had left the same night we said our goodbyes and he was off!


                Well while I was in Oregon I had also got to close to my grandpa and a month after my uncle left my grandpa passed away I was so upset. A couple of months after he had gone, I came home from a friend’s house and my dad told me to go wait outside because my mom wanted to talk to me and my sister as soon as he said that I automatically thought something had gone wrong. I kept asking my dad what’s wrong. Did someone die? Is everything ok? And he just told me to wait till my mom got there. Well when my mom got their she was like Girls Nana just called and your uncle Harrell got into a car accident. When she said that I thought oh no big deal he just got in an accident everything is okay but then I asked is he in the hospital can I call him? And she said no Emily I’m sorry but he died on sight.  I cried as soon as she said that I had never felt so hurt in my life.  I never felt so crushed in my life. What I supposed to do my favorite uncle was gone and I hadn’t got to say goodbye.


                My mom left and I went into my room I looked at my T.V. and saw my doll and I just wanted to hold it and make my uncle come back! Why had he gone he was just getting better I thought he found a girl that he really liked and she liked him! He was happy and then this happens? What? This doll is all I have left and when I look at it I see my uncle and think of all the great and wonderful times I have had with him and how important he was to me. I wish he was here with me today but he isn’t and their isn’t anything I can do about but I have that doll. That doll is very special to me!  I love that man and I love that doll.

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When I glanced at your

When I glanced at your picture I was a little unsure about your story, but as I read, I relized I can relate to you. Both my uncles have passed away and I have objects that symbolize them. Ones a humming bird and the other one is a blanket that was made by someone. The hard part for me was that the uncle with the blanket memory had died by a murder. We still don't know who did it but every day that does by, I think of him and how or why he had to leave. It seems to get better with time and I hope you can deal with yours with time too. Your blog made me think of my uncle and even though it's not quite done, it's very sweet and has some really good details. So gook luck with the greif of your family members. I hope my comment was somewhat helpful. I remember when people tried to help and I woldn't let them but I became to learn, all you have is people, so let them in. Sincerely, Colabear

This is a very moving post.

This is a very moving post. I am sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing openly and honestly. Your story encouraged me to take another look at your image and really added a lot of meaning for me as a reader.

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