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the feeling of lose
For my set piece, I've decided to focus on my deceased grandfather. My pursuits included imagery, use of the first person perspective and mood. Imagery is a visually descriptive or figurative language. I tried using imagery to clearly picture what was happening. For example I used the words “bloodshot”, “empty” and “terrifying”. Mood is a temporary state of mind or feeling, I started off with a quote to give the set piece a state of environment/feeling. I wrote about my deceased family because it has impacted my life to a degree and helped shine light onto my present self.
“We understand death only after it has placed its hand on someone we love”. I’m in class when suddenly, I heard my mom walking toward me. She seemed a bit tense. I could see that her face seemed dry. Maybe from tears, and bloodshot eyes. When she came to me she said that my grandpa had just passed. I wasn’t very close to my grandpa. Even so, every time I visited him I didn't spend much time with him. It felt empty, but he was always welcoming and kind. I wondered how the family would react to this unfortunate news. No longer being able to gaze upon his innocent smile. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, a piece that can no longer be found, leaving a darkness that will forever not be left unnoticed. The sight of my mother in tears for someone’s passing had left something with me, a true understanding of death and the sorrow that comes with it. After hearing what my mom said, it scared me. What if it's one of my brothers next or my sister. The thought of losing the people most close to you is terrifying, and later on wanting to spend more time with them only then you realize “we understand death only after it has placed its hand on someone we love”.
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