Iman Drakeford
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The Good 'Ole Days
Let’s see if I can make it through this time without crying. If I do, I’ll just keep going. I promise I won’t quit telling the world about you this time. I tried, during sophomore year of high school, to write about the saying “time heals all wounds.” Here we are though, a sophomore in college, and I get the chance again. Time has done everything but healed my wound.
By Iman Drakeford5 years ago in Families
The Encounter
It’s raining at my parent’s graveside funeral. The sky is dark, and my heart can relate to the state of the weather. The pitter-patter of the raindrops pounding the crowd of black umbrellas matched the pulse of my Aunt’s wrist. My cold fingers were wrapped around her wrist in an attempt to comfort her. She’s trembling from the wind whipping past our faces, and the tears that I’ve been streaming from her puffy, red eyes since we were in the limo. She hides her eyes with big black shades, as if they were there to hide her sorrow, and cover her tears from rays of pain. I’ve never been to a funeral before, and I didn’t think I would have to attend a double funeral, let alone my own parents.
By Iman Drakeford5 years ago in Families
