little stevies childhood

After reading Steven Kings On Writing stories about his childhood, I decided that I liked "illness and death" the most. Although this was not the funniest, most embarrassing, nor interesting story, it was the one that hit my heart. Today is February 15th 2012. On February 14th 2002, my grandmother passed away. Yesterday was Valentines Day. The first Valentines Day I had a boyfriend, a rose given to me, and someone to actually call my valentines. It was also the first Valentines Day I had taken the time to think about the loss of my Grandmother. I decided that this was my favorite story once I read the last line "there was no more breaths and it was all pause"(94). This is because from what I remember of my being told my Grandmother passed away ten years and one day ago, I remember loosing my breath and feeling quiet for once. I am loud, I am talkative, and I smile just as often as I breathe. This was one of the moments I was speechless, left in silence. This made me feel connected to King because this was the only excerpt I had read of his that did not make me laugh. I think that this is because he is much like me - usually he is sarcastic, cracking jokes, and making fun. When he wrote about things that were normal to him, he was himself. But a change like this altered his writing style, much like my experience changed me. Even though this story didn't make me double over in laughter and cry of happiness, it made me feel a connection with an author that had seemed so distant before.