New Post- 9/23

Many things bring up emotion in peoples’ lives. Different situations make people react differently depending on how serious the event was. Though, most people can all relate to the emotions family has on us. It could be death, family gatherings, or simply a quick chat on the telephone.My mom, brother, sister, and I all flew to Canada for the winter break of 2006. It was a family gathering not only to visit my mother’s family but, for my siblings and I as well. My brother, Fletcher goes to school in Washington state and I see him only two to three times a year. My sister, Katia has just finished school in Washington D.C. I see her several times a year for long weekends. We are a very close family, though at this point in time we rarely see each other all together.With all of our duffels in a row ready to be put on the flight my sister, mom, and I all flew to Canada and meet Fletcher at the airport. It was a typical December 21 morning in Virginia, not too much snow to speak of. Upon our arrival we were weather struck. We came out of the airport with inches of snow pushed as close to the curb as possible. Then, we rented a small red car and began our journey to our aunt’s house. We ate hot fondue, which warmed up everyone especially since it was below freezing outside. With my small cousins beginning to yawn and become sleepy it was time for us to go to our rental house. The rental was about a half hour away, but closer to my grandmother’s house. As we walked inside the cottage it was nice to plop our selves down to a nice bed and fall asleep and start the next day.The next day started by my aunt’s family and mine going to visit my grandfather in the nursing home. Seeing my grandfather bundled up in a gray fleece blanket and a long sleeve zip up on. He was sitting on a rather large chair in the corner looking out a window, repeating the same word over and over again. He would go through his phases of when he did not repeat the word. I looked to my right and saw my mom in the corner biting her finger nails. Her eyes were teary along with the rest of us. He seemed in good hands though, with a nurse checking in on him and my grandmother visiting every couple days.A few days passed and then it was Christmas! This was an emotional day as well. Though, this was a different feeling that I had previously felt seeing my grandfather. I was so happy being with my family and enjoying the scenery outside, icicles on trees, snow covering the tips of houses and the Christmas decorations in the small town of Louiseville. Again, we went to visit my grandfather and the whole nursing home was full of decorations and people visiting their loved ones as well. Everyone came together that day with the same sense of love and being all together is the most important thing in life.The day before we left, my family and I went on a walk near the rather small house. The walk was not even a mile going there and back, but on the way we had a huge snowball fight! My brother threw one at my sister and she fell right on a thick sheet of ice. We all laughed as she sat there, and then she finally stood up, laughing. I handed her a snowball and she threw it right at him hitting his neck and falling into his jacket. Then, we stopped, there was a beautiful waterfall next to us. It was huge. It had snow chunks falling from it as the water tumbled several feet below us.As the day came to an end, it was time to pack our bags and head home the next day. It was an emotional day because I knew it would be another six months before we would be all together again. As we headed for the airport and said our goodbyes it was another beautiful winter day with snowflakes falling from the white sky.

Many things bring up emotion in peoples’ lives. Different situations make people react differently depending on how serious the event was. Though, most people can all relate to the emotions family has on us. It could be death, family gatherings, or simply a quick chat on the telephone.
My mom, brother, sister, and I all flew to Canada for the winter break of 2006. It was a family gathering not only to visit my mother’s family but, for my siblings and I as well. My brother, Fletcher goes to school in Washington state and I see him only two to three times a year. My sister, Katia has just finished school in Washington D.C. I see her several times a year for long weekends. We are a very close family, though at this point in time we rarely see each other all together.
With all of our duffels in a row ready to be put on the flight my sister, mom, and I all flew to Canada and meet Fletcher at the airport. It was a typical December 21 morning in Virginia, not too much snow to speak of. Upon our arrival we were weather struck. We came out of the airport with inches of snow pushed as close to the curb as possible. Then, we rented a small red car and began our journey to our aunt’s house. We ate hot fondue, which warmed up everyone especially since it was below freezing outside! With my small cousins beginning to yawn and become sleepy it was time for us to go to our rental house. The rental was about a half hour away, but closer to my grandmother’s house. As we walked inside the small house it was nice to plop our selves down to a nice bed and fall asleep and start the next day.
The next day started by my aunt’s family and mine going to visit my grandfather in the nursing home. It was an emotional day for the whole family. Seeing my grandfather bundled up in a gray fleece blanket and a long sleeve zip up on. He was sitting on a rather large chair in the corner looking out a window, repeating the same word over and over again. The word would switch every minute or so, being my grandmother’s name or something as random as fromage meaning cheese. He seemed in good hands though, with a nurse checking in on him and my grandmother visiting every couple days.
A few days passed and then it was Christmas! This was an emotional day as well. Though, this was a different emotion that I had previously felt seeing my grandfather. I was so happy being with my family and enjoying the scenery outside, icicles on trees, snow covering the tips of houses and the Christmas decorations in the small town of Louiseville. Again, we went to visit my grandfather and the whole nursing home was full of decorations and people visiting their loved ones as well. Everyone came together that day with the same emotions.
The day before we left, my family and I went on a small walk near our small house. The walk was not even a mile going there and back, but on the way we had a huge snowball fight! My brother threw one at my sister and she fell right on a thick sheet of ice. We all laughed as she sat there, and then she finally stood up, laughing. I handed her a snowball and she threw it right at him hitting his neck and falling into his jacket. Then, we stopped, there was a beautiful waterfall next to us. It was huge. It had snow chunks falling from it as the water tumbled several feet below us.
As the day came to and end, it was time to pack our bags and head home the next day. It was an emotional day because I knew it would be another six months before we would be all together again. As we headed for the airport and said our goodbyes it was another beautiful winter day with snow flakes falling from the white sky.