Central Image

If I were to rewrite this blog post I would definitely go into greater detail and talk more about the time leading up to it. It's just that there are so many memories and not enough words to do it justice. I do feel a lack of a central image in my post, and I would have to compose something to fill that void. Something that sticks out in my mind from that time is when the priest would come over and all of the adults would go into my grandma's bedroom. My younger brother and I would be left playing somewhere else in the house just wondering what was going on. I would go into great detail about that particular situation because it sums up the entire ordeal at the time. I was only four or five so no one really bothered to fill me in on all the details and it left me confused. The central image of the priest coming would serve as a great descriptor and universal theme that would bind the entire story together.