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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Adulthood (07/30/09)

TITLE: When Did I Become an Adult?
By Seema Bagai


Clutching the pen with a quivering hand, I scrawled my name at the bottom of the paper and slid it across the desk. The man accepted it with a sympathetic smile and asked how many copies of the death certificate I wanted to order from the county clerk.

How about none? I shrugged and mumbled, ďFive.Ē

ďLetís look at the caskets,Ē the man said. While my brain screamed, ďNo, letís not,Ē my feet obeyed and followed. I had no idea what my estranged father would have wanted. It was not something we had ever discussed. Somehow, I waded through the choices and drove home clutching a to-do list for the next several days.

If this is what it means to be an adult, I donít want to be one anymore.

When I was a child, I thought being an adult meant being able to drive places whenever I wanted, staying up late, having money to buy things, and not having to listen to my parents. Nobody said it also meant driving to the hospital in the middle of the night, fear-filled sleepless nights, buying adult diapers, and listening to the doctorsí medical jargon-filled rambling and attempting to explain it to my mother.

All I wanted to do was lay my head in my motherís lap and cry. I wanted her to tell me I didnít have to plan Dadís memorial service, that she would take over and I could just follow along. Instead, she leaned on my shoulder as she sobbed, and I swallowed my tears, not wanting her to think I wasnít strong enough to handle this.

In my mind, my parents were always adults, perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. Around them, I never thought of myself as an adult, too. When during the past months did I become an adult? Was it when I entered the hospital room to face the man I had not seen in three years? Was it when I signed the consent form for the surgeon to cut open Dadís brain? Was it when I dragged Mom into the hospital room to reconcile with her ex-husband? Was it when I spoon fed Dad rice and lentils? Was it when I called the hospice office and told them my father had stopped breathing? Which day did I become an adult?

The next several days melded together into a constant flow of responsibilities: ordering flowers, selecting clothes, meeting the officiant, enlarging pictures to display at the service, and crafting the words to the eulogy. One foot in front of the other, I numbly checked off each item on the list.

The night before the funeral, I lay in bed, wishing I could burrow under the covers and stay there for the next several days, maybe longer. In the midst of my grief, I poured out my thoughts to my Heavenly Father. ďI canít do this. I canít face everyone tomorrow. I canít say good-bye to Dad.Ē Wordlessly, God embraced my anguish-filled heart, cradling me in His arms. Then, without my asking, He filled me with the strength I required.

During the service, Sis and I spoke of how Dadís life had influenced us to become the adults we were today. We shared his belief in the importance of education, a value that shaped two doll-playing girls into professional women. We also spoke of the reconciliation we had experienced during Dadís illness. We could have turned our backs on him, the way he did to us, but being an adult meant swallowing bitterness and embracing forgiveness. It meant facing Dadís friends and relatives to show them with our actions that we loved and honored our father.

Two days later, we returned to the mortuary to collect Dadís ashes and scatter them at sea. While we waited to board the boat, I held the wrapped container. Dadís earthly remains fit in my hands, as I once fit in his hands. Three miles off the coast, we dispersed the remains and said good-bye. As the boat returned to shore, I gazed at the horizon and felt the ocean breeze against my face.

In the three months of Dadís infirmity, I had completed difficult, often anguishing tasks that accompany illness and death. Looking back, I want to point to a specific instance during this time when I became an adult. That moment doesnít exist. My path to maturity began under my parentsí care, and continues daily under the guidance of my Heavenly Father.

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Joanne Sher 08/06/09
This is incredibly poignant and very well "put-together" (Not thinking of the word I wanna say!). I could feel the anguish and struggle the MC was going through. Great last paragraph, too.
Helen Dowd08/10/09
"being an adult meant swallowing bitterness and embracing forgiveness."...What truth there is in this phrase. Your story was well developed, portraying your emotions and bringing out the great truth of forgiveness...Truly, for you, realizing that you were an ADULT, was painful...Well told!...Helen
Connie Dixon08/11/09
This experience was an amazing journey that definitely had to help you "grow" you into who you are today. I loved the compassion and emotion in your writing. This was so well done, and inspirational to those who have had to experience the same kind of thing. Great writing.
Kaylee Blake 08/11/09
Wow! Now this is certainly worthy of a win. Embraced the challenge topic and used it so well. The MC's anguish and struggle was very evident and touching. Such a well-crafted entry!!
Catrina Bradley 08/11/09
You brought back some very sad memories, and yes, I needed a tissue. At the beginning, her thought "How about none?" was absolutely perfect to show her feelings. This bit got me: "being an adult meant swallowing bitterness and embracing forgiveness". You were worried about "telling" too much, but this is the kind of piece where I think telling is ok, especially when it's done like a master. Hugs!
Laury Hubrich 08/12/09
O my. Yes, I teary now. I loved the line where you talked about being able to hold your dad's remains in your hands like he once held you. Wow. Awesome.
Sara Harricharan 08/12/09
Oooh, yes. The tissue warning WAS necessary. Oh my. There is so much in this piece, and the rawness, the transparency, it's all so very real as I read in more ways than one. The best paragraph-the one that stood out the most for me, was when the MC was remembering thinking of her parents as perfectly capable adults. Wow. So very, very well done.
Lisa Johnson08/13/09
Congratulations on your very touching story receiving the highly commended status. It was very well written, and certainly evoked a great deal of emotion.
Sheri Gordon08/13/09
Seema, this is really, really good. I remember these exact feelings. You did an excellent job with this topic. Congrats on your Highly Commended.
Sara Harricharan 08/13/09
YAY!!! Congrats, Seema! ^_^
Loren T. Lowery08/13/09
Congratulations, Seema. This is so nice to see and well written to deserve the HC. Keep up the great work! Loren
Joy Bach 08/14/09
Ok, so is now when I give up? This is so excellent. When you can pull at the reader's emotions like that, you have a winner. Congrats on your HC.