The Cold Sung a Song

Weather was getting unbearable. Winter was just about to approach just like grim reaper had approached poor kids that sadly died of cancer every year. This year strong Frank wasn't going to survive. All he wanted for Christmas was to spend it with his family. And in a way he did, but not the way he expected to.

It's late November now, Frank is busy with school work. He also finds the time to go out and play the ball with his good pals James and Chris. They knew each other from as far as they can remember themselves. The fact was that almost everyone knew everyone in  this small town. There was no event that happened without the entire town knowing it. When the football enthusiast Frank was told that he has terminal cancer. Franks parents until this day can't live with the thought that their only child was diagnosed with cancer. They went to see the doctor thinking it was just a common flue. Frank had felt fatigue way too often, it seemed odd to the parents. His temperature would often spike to incomprehensible numbers. Frank did not feel like himself, and couldn't even be bothered to go play football with his friends. The town doctor, Mr. Reed, was a well educated man, well in his fifties. It was hard for him to announce to the family what was happening to Frank. Nobody can imagine how it is to bring these news, there is no right way. What do you say?? "I have only bad news for you." Terrifying. Frank was treated on a regular bases, but the chances of him surviving this were one in a thousand. But neither he, not his parents were willing to give up this tiny hope. What seemed to be odd was that no one knew earlier that Franks had been ill with this life threatening disease. Franks life had not even begun when he was told that he will not survive till the end of the year.

Being a kid, he might have not even fully understood what it meant to die. Who does really know what it means: death? For him it would simply be a long sleep, but what about the people who loved him? Weren't they the ones at more pain? How can you evaluate this? One might think that it is impossible to accept the fact that your days are limited, however, maybe it's not such a simple scenario. As in any other situation, maybe each of us deal with such news in a different manner. Frank was different from what was expected. The first thing that crosses his mind upon hearing the bad news from Mr. Reed was that he will meet his dear grandmother up in heaven. Franks family was religious, and he was thought that good people really do go to heaven. He believed he was good. Was he "good," that's really a simple matter of what point of view you look form. At any given moment you can make anyone the good, or the bad. But Franks parents had told the child that he was a good lad, and that by doing good deeds he proved that he was a good man. What also seemed to be odd was that Frank truly believed that his grandmother was in heaven as well. He never imagined any other possibility. His grandma was in heaven, for all he knew.


It was exactly ten days before Christmas eve when Frank breathed his final breath. He died, and as expected he went off to heaven, only to find out that his grandmother was not there. Where was she, you might wonder. Did she end up in hell, despite being a good grandparent to Frank? The truth is simple; his grandmother never died. She was a sociopath and was locked up in an institution far from Frank's town. She was a serial killer who had killed numerous young, innocent kids.

Frank will never meet his grandmother again.