First Snow

The last day of my holiday was approaching and I dreaded it. I did not want to leave this place. It made me so happy and I forgot all our troubles at home. I felt a mix of happy and sad with all that had happened in the past three weeks. I was anxious to experience snow before I left and I would keep asking my aunt why it hasn't snowed yet or if the weather channel said it would. 
The last day came and I sat on the floor staring at the TV. I had became deeply engrossed with 'Kim Impossible' on the Disney channel for the duration of my holiday. As if time had slowed down, I remember something catching my eye through the  veranda glass door and taking a few moments to process what was happening while my eye widened with glee. 
It began to snow.... and it was magical. No time was wasted as I got into full gear and ran outside yelling at my mother to keep up with me. Nothing could explain the overwhelming joy I experienced as I jumped around, caught the snow flakes and stuck out my tongue to taste the snow. I forgot everything that day. I forgot my father's death. I forgot going back to school. I forgot I had to leave.

The memories of that day comforts me so much. It never fails to make me smile. I cherish that day. It is a bittersweet memory of my grandmother as well. My grandmother passed away October 26th 2012. Last week marked 4 years since her battle with cancer ended. Now I look back and appreciate these memories created, moments enjoyed with her as a family from this trip and the gratefulness for these pictures.