I Remember

July 18, 2011
By delz4 GOLD, San Francisco, California
delz4 GOLD, San Francisco, California
14 articles 8 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Experience is not what happens to you, it\'s what you do with what happens to you." - Aldous Huxley

I remember one of my siblings asking my mom, which one was her favorite child. “Abe,” she replied quickly. She said she was joking, but everyone knew that she wasn’t.

I remember the story that is always told about Abe describing his 4th birthday party. My parents had hired someone to dress up as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, one of his favorite cartoons at the time. When he saw the man in the costume, he was so scared that he stayed in his room for the whole party.

I remember Abe and my other brother Zeke playing keep away from me with a baseball. They both towered over me, so they would constantly throw it back and forth above my head. After a couple minutes, Abe would always let me have the ball and Zeke would yell at him for giving it to me.

I remember how my mom made me sit on his lap when there were to many people to fit in the car. She said I had to, all the while I was thinking that I got to.

I remember how he never smiled in pictures. When I asked him why, he said that he just couldn’t put on a fake smile. So I made him try to smile for me and I thought that he could smile just fine.

I remember how he was always the first to do everything; first to drive, first to go to high school, to college.

I remember the baseball game where Abe tore a ligament in his shoulder, his stretch forward, his cleat scraping against the dirt of the mound. It all happened so fast, in an instant he was hunched over gripping his shoulder, his face contorted in pain.

I remember watching his dream, which was already so unattainable, slip away.

I remember his sling, black and covered in Velcro with a red stress ball permanently attached to the side.

I remember how he still winces every time he has to lift his right hand above his head.

I remember the day he got his college acceptance letter. No one was surprised at the result; we all knew he would get in.

I remember when he took me out to lunch, only Abe and me. I felt so special just to be in his presence, to have him all to myself.

I remember the times he gave me a silver necklace, a ride to school, a soccer ball, a piece of sea glass, a dollar out of his wallet, and a purple plastic dinosaur.

I remember all the hugs that Abe gave me. If anyone could give a good hug, it was Abe.

I remember how much I missed him when he was away. It always felt like something was off, like someone might have moved all the furniture in my room two inches to the left.

I remember our unspoken deal. Whenever he came home, I would go with my parents to pick him up from the airport and whenever I came home, he would come to pick me up.

I remember the day he didn’t come.

I remember his smell. I think it was old spice deodorant and maybe a hint of cologne, and something else that was unique to Abe.

I remember his eyes, and how everyone says that our eyes look the same.

I remember hating him so much for being perfect. He never bragged about his 3.92 grade point average, his countless number of friends, or his title of first team all league as a freshman.

I remember hating myself for hating him because he never did anything wrong; he was never anything but nice to me.

I remember how he always corrected my grammar. “Its whom, not who,” or “Mom and me, not Mom and I.”

I remember how he had to choose between three of the best law schools in the country. My dad was so disappointed when he decided against his alma mater.

I remember being disappointed also. He could have gone to Berkley, 20 minutes away from our house, but he decided to go across the country instead.

I remember Abe picking me up from school one day. It was a half-day, and I didn’t want to wait for the bus. When I got in the car he turned to me, eyes glassy and bloodshot, and said, “Remember this, you always have to be careful if you drive when you’re high. But don’t worry,” he said, “I’m careful.”

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This article has 10 comments.

on Jan. 13 2012 at 10:57 pm
theweirdworder DIAMOND, Newtown, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

Wow this story really tug at my heartstring. You did a great job with this. You said he wasn't a drug addict. I figured he was by the ending (you should probably revise that if not). What happened? Anyway, I take it you didn't put it in there for a reason. Anyway, good job.

on Nov. 20 2011 at 4:56 pm
Jappyalldayeveryday, Detroit, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
They say that good things take time, but really great things happen in the blink of an eye

This was really good. But he died right? How? And I don't really like the ending.

on Oct. 7 2011 at 11:16 pm
Love.Hate.Passion., Spring Valley, Illinois
0 articles 0 photos 356 comments

Favorite Quote:
~Hope. Faith. Love~
~Be proud of who you are.You are all unique in a different way.~
~I WILL NOT fade into oblivion , and become less than
a distant memory.~

This was very good. I could totally relate. I agree with the others about how the ending is anticlimactic , but it's a truly good piece with near perfect grammar. Great job!

on Sep. 8 2011 at 3:40 am
Garnet77 PLATINUM, Sinagpore, Other
31 articles 6 photos 578 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Everything's a triangle." ~ My mother

"Write what you love, write what you care about, because sometimes, it's the easiest way to be heard."

I feel like you built up this story excellently. I was hanging on every word. I do agree with owkey that the ending was a bit anti climatic, but that was the only qualm I had with this. Very well done:)

owkey BRONZE said...
on Aug. 28 2011 at 4:41 pm
owkey BRONZE, Markham, Other
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Hey great work. I liked the beginning but the ending was kinda anti-climatic. Things can always be tweaked :)

ashluv22 said...
on Jul. 27 2011 at 8:55 pm
verey much i do!!!

delz4 GOLD said...
on Jul. 27 2011 at 7:52 pm
delz4 GOLD, San Francisco, California
14 articles 8 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Experience is not what happens to you, it\'s what you do with what happens to you." - Aldous Huxley

haha, same experience?

ashlove01 said...
on Jul. 25 2011 at 8:34 pm
wow there is some one who understands me!!!

delz4 GOLD said...
on Jul. 23 2011 at 8:04 pm
delz4 GOLD, San Francisco, California
14 articles 8 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Experience is not what happens to you, it\'s what you do with what happens to you." - Aldous Huxley

No, he just smoked pot occasionally.

on Jul. 23 2011 at 7:27 pm
CookieMonsterAttacks SILVER, Grand Rapids, Michigan
6 articles 0 photos 46 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I called you a lady, 'cause you're fat!" ~ Gracie G.

Wait a second...he was a drugaddict?


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