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Saddest Moment

On the 2nd of January 2005, the saddest moment I have ever experienced in my short lifetime occurred, my Gran died at the age of 88, peacefully in Palliser rest home.

On that fateful morning we got a call from the resthome saying she wasn't well at all, so my Dad rushed to get my Grandad but by the time they got to the resthome, she had passed away.

When Dad came home, we waited and pottered around untill Palliser called us to say that we could see her. When we got there Gran was put with her head stretched back so her muscles wouldn't become stiff. We all were crying, it was the saddest thing that could possibly happen to a family.

By the time the funeral occurred my Aunty, Uncle and Cousins had come down from Waipukurau to see my Gran. Lots of people turned out for the funeral, my sister Chelsea and cousin Jannine both did speeches during the funeral but the words only just came out of their mouths because of all the crying they were doing. Later that day Gran was taken to the Cremetorium for cremating.

Elsie Mary Saywell lived a happy fun filled life, she experienced lots of things and married my Grandad after they met during the war. May she Rest In Peace. Her ashes were spread in England where she was born and lived for lots of her life. An awesome recount Kaden, very moving , especially your opening sentence. I would like to suggest you get your creative juices flowing to make more of your title presentation wise...you clearly have the skills.

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Literacy
The Lonely Old Man

An old pair of hands, so gentle and calm, Holding a brittle flower, still and lifeless, So wrinkly and dry, not doing anything at all, His veins, exploding with age, Waiting on the spot for hours for nothing to come, Just standing there, with the shimmering flower, The graveyard is quiet, no noise at all. Only the man standing by the grave, Wishing his love was still there with him, Depressed by the thought he left the cemetery, In search of his loves family.

Tilly Sale (Silly Tale)
Dlack Bawk Hown

The Dlack Bawk was gliding through the air The Dhite Wawk was tausing crouble The Dlack Bawk tried so thoot But the Dhite Wawk bhot sack The alarms sounded Dlack Bawk Hown, Dlack Bawk Hown So the Dhite Wawk flew away quick, and taused more crouble.

By Kaden Saywell