October 1, 2015
English 227 002
My Special Place
My special place is my den because on March 20, 2000, my granddad moved in with my mom and me, when he got real sick. We changed it to his room where I took care of him for seven years. In the room was a hospital bed where he laid, a 19 inch color television that he watched and a brown chair he rested in. It has been the same for seven years until he passed away in the room on May 26, 2007, the day after my birthday.
When I walk into the den where we had conversation together at. Now I will see tan and brown walls and dark brown curtains on two windows. A black 32-inch television that is black that sits on a big brown chest that I use. There is a dark brown couch and a brown recliner chair that we like to rest on. The brown chair reminds me of my granddad. The sound of peace and quiet are the best sounds in my den. The sound of the TV when it’s on make me think about my granddad the most.
Now we use the room to have family gatherings and talk about good and bad time we had with my granddad and other’s too. The feeling of relaxation and calmness comes over me as soon as I walk into the den. There is nothing going through my mind, just the thought of peace and happiness in the room.
However my thoughts turn dark and sad, my special place becomes as if it is dark and sad also. I cannot count the number of times that I have sat on the couch and in the chair and cried thinking about my granddad. This is the only place that I can get away and have peace and quiet and sit and picture my granddad is still here in the room with me. It’s not same any more without him being here.
When I hide in the den, I can get away from everything that stresses me, being isolated from everyone else does not bother me. I do enjoy being in the room where there are not a lot of people. I get most of my ideas from the den. It is the perfect thinking space for me. Everyone in...