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This is a short story I wrote in college for an Advanced Composition class; the assignment was to explain death to a child.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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As Kevin stepped out of his family\u2019s two-story Victorian home on Auburn Street, bright red maple leaves were soaring across the blue October sky like sparks from a roaring campfire. Kevin felt a tinge of sadness on this crisp Saturday morning. Although he enjoyed the colorful shower of leaves, he knew that it would soon give way to the bland skies and bleached earth of November.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After strolling seven blocks down Auburn, he turned right onto Melrose Avenue. The public library, a red brick building with a large clock tower, sat comfortably upon the curb of the avenue two blocks ahead. It was almost nine-thirty. Remembering that the weekly puppet show began at that time, Kevin quickened his pace and soon found himself inside the library\u2019s main entrance. As he stepped inside, he noticed an unusual silence. Much to his surprise, the children\u2019s corner of the library was vacant \u2014 no puppet stage, no puppets, no people. He hurried to the librarian\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s the puppet show today?\u201d he asked anxiously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere is no puppet show today,\u201d explained the librarian in an even whisper. \u201cWe have puppet shows all summer, but not in the fall. They\u2019ll start up again next spring.\u201d She smiled apologetically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Disheartened, Kevin turned around and slowly headed home, kicking leaves off the sidewalk and secretly wishing it were summer again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, his eye caught sight of several orange pumpkins peeking out of a lush garden on the corner of Auburn and Melrose. An elderly man in red overalls with a white baseball cap was milling through a jungle of squash vines. There were many other vegetables in his garden \u2014 tomatoes, corn, cabbage, carrots, peas and potatoes \u2014 but Kevin\u2019s eyes shot instantly toward the large pumpkins resting in the shade of their vines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pumpkins fascinated Kevin. Every October, his father would drive him and his sisters to a roadside stand outside of town to find pumpkins for Halloween. Without fail, Kevin would search out the largest and roundest pumpkin available.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old man in the garden waved to Kevin and, noticing the boy\u2019s interest, motioned to him to enter the pumpkin patch. Kevin was overjoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello, young man,\u201d said the gardener, removing his cap to wipe some sweat from his brow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi,\u201d said Kevin in a distracted tone of voice. \u201cThese are the hugest pumpkins I\u2019ve ever seen. Did you grow them yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old man smiled warmly. \u201cNot really,\u201d he replied. \u201cI planted them, weeded around them when they were small and watered them, but God did the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin stood in silent admiration of the pumpkins. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. \u201cCan I have one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laughing softly, the old man replaced his cap. \u201cSure. They\u2019re not quite ready to be picked yet, though. In another couple of days they\u2019ll be ready. Come back sometime next week and I\u2019ll let you choose one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks! I\u2019ll stop by after school sometime,\u201d replied Kevin as he turned back toward the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old man called after him. \u201cIf I\u2019m not in the garden, I\u2019ll be up at the house. My name\u2019s Sidney.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin turned toward Sidney. \u201cI\u2019m Kevin. See ya later, Sidney.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The days flew past like migrating geese and soon it was Wednesday. When class was dismissed that afternoon, Kevin hurried home to his garage, padded his wagon with some leaves and headed toward Sidney\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he arrived, Sidney was out in the garden picking squash. The garden had changed drastically since Saturday. All of the vines had wilted into limp brown clumps and the colorful squash sat exposed atop the withered leaves. Kevin was horrified by the change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sidney stopped his work and greeted the boy. \u201cHi, Kevin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened to all the vines?\u201d asked Kevin. He surveyed the garden with knitted brows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe had a hard frost last night. The vines can\u2019t handle that kind of cold weather. The chilly nights are right on time; they always arrive just when the pumpkins are ready,\u201d said Sidney.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou mean it\u2019s meant to happen like this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYep. Every year it\u2019s the same. God has a pretty good plan for growing things. He holds off the frost until until the plants are fully grown.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin thought about this for a moment. \u201cIt\u2019s sad, though, isn\u2019t it? I mean, the dying plants and the falling leaves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt all depends on how you look at it, Kevin. Look at this pumpkin here, for example. The pumpkin seed I planted last spring had one thing in mind when I put it in the ground; its task was to grow into this pumpkin. All summer long, it grew into vines to absorb the sun and water so that it could produce a pumpkin. Then, when the pumpkin was ready, the vine was no longer needed. So the cold weather came and took the vine away so that everyone could see the beautiful pumpkin. It’s sad in one way, I suppose, but joyful in another, Kevin. The vine has completed its work when the pumpkin is ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin thought he understood what Sidney was saying. He had another question, though. \u201cBut why does the vine have to die?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVines aren\u2019t meant to last forever. Although they grow and spread through the garden, they\u2019re mostly interested in making a pumpkin. That\u2019s the important thing. When the pumpkin is ready, the rest of the plant has completed its work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Satisfied with this answer, Kevin began to survey the pumpkin patch. He soon discovered his favorite pumpkin; naturally, it was the largest. Sidney helped him twist the pumpkin from its vine and put it gently into the wagon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou sure know how to pick \u2018em,\u201d said Sidney. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come inside and have a cup of cider and some cookies? Then you can meet Judy, my wife. I told her you were coming, and she baked a batch of cookies yesterday so I\u2019d have something to give such a hard-working pumpkin picker.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin had no objections. As they entered Sidney\u2019s house, the aroma of cinnamon and apples wafted through the door to greet them. Judy, a kind woman with a face full of smiling wrinkles, greeted them as well. The old couple chatted with Kevin about the garden and the neighborhood and pumpkins. \u201cIf you\u2019d like to help me plant my pumpkins next year, I sure would appreciate the help,\u201d said Sidney. Kevin thought it was an excellent idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon, Kevin remembered that he had homework waiting for him. He thanked the old couple for the snack and stepped out onto the porch. \u201cStop by any time,\u201d Sidney offered. \u201cEnjoy your pumpkin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As autumn turned to winter, Kevin made regular visits to Sidney\u2019s house. Sidney and Judy treated Kevin like a grandson; they had no grandchildren of their own, so they always enjoyed his company. Whenever Kevin visited, Judy would bring out a set of finger paints and then Kevin would create a masterpiece for the front of their refrigerator. By Christmastime, the refrigerator was covered with his artwork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day in February when Kevin stopped by, Judy came to the door and told him that Sidney was sick and couldn\u2019t get out of bed. Kevin asked if he could see him. \u201cWell, since he\u2019s not asleep, I don\u2019t see why not,\u201d replied Judy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin entered the bedroom quietly. \u201cHi, Sidney.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s Kevin!\u201d Sidney exclaimed weakly. \u201cIt\u2019s nice of you to stop by. How are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Kevin replied. \u201cAre you real sick?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sidney smiled. \u201cOh, it\u2019s not so bad. I went out to get the mail without my coat on last week and I think I just caught a little cold. If I rest up, I should be healthy again in no time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou look awfully white, Sidney. You sure you\u2019re all right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think so. I went to see the doctor yesterday and he\u2019s supposed to call me if it\u2019s anything serious. Hey! Guess what? I\u2019ve got a surprise for you,\u201d Sidney said, reaching for a small wrapped package in the top drawer of his nightstand. He handed the present to Kevin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin unwrapped the present recklessly. Inside, he found a package of pumpkin seeds. \u201cMammoth pumpkins!\u201d Kevin exclaimed after examining the label. \u201cWow, I bet these\u2019ll be huge!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI guess we\u2019ll find out next summer,\u201d said Sidney. \u201cI\u2019ve never tried that kind of seed before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After visiting for a little while, Kevin returned home. He could hardly wait for the arrival of spring when he could plant the seeds. Arriving in his bedroom, he stowed them safely in his sock drawer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that week, Kevin went back to visit Sidney again. This time he brought some of his mom\u2019s chicken noodle soup. Judy greeted him at the door. She took the soup graciously and gently placed it on the stove. Her wrinkles looked different today, Kevin thought \u2014 they were stretched more tightly, almost stretched into frowns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sidney was still in bed, and he wasn\u2019t feeling any better. In fact, he told Kevin that the doctor had asked him to go to the hospital where doctors could take better care of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin sat in frightened silence for a moment. \u201cAre you gonna get better?\u201d he asked with a quivering voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sidney paused for a moment. \u201cI\u2019m not sure,\u201d he said softly. \u201cI\u2019m getting pretty old and I don\u2019t fight off sickness like I used to. I\u2019m sure they\u2019ll take good care of me at the hospital, and maybe I\u2019ll be coming back home real soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin winced, trying to hold back tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKevin, it\u2019s okay if you want to cry. I cry sometimes too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin was sobbing now. Sidney reached out to embrace him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know, I\u2019m not too worried about arriving at the end of my life. You know why? Because I\u2019m kind of like that pumpkin plant I was telling you about. God planted me one day and has taken care of me for seventy-five years. While I\u2019ve been here, I\u2019ve branched out to see many things and meet many people, including you. I think maybe God\u2019s getting ready to harvest me, though. He\u2019s been waiting a long time for me, and I think maybe I\u2019m just about ready.\u201d Sidney chuckled gently through the tears that were now in his own eyes. \u201cWhen I am ready, God will take me to his home for all time. That’s why I\u2019m not worried about dying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll miss you if you go,\u201d Kevin blurted out between sobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll miss you too, Kevin. But we\u2019ll be together again one day. Someday you\u2019ll be ready and God\u2019ll pick you and bring you home too. Until then, though, enjoy being like that pumpkin vine.  Bask in the sun. Drink in the rain. Spread out your branches \u2014 meet other people and enjoy the things around you, and never forget that God awaits you. It\u2019s an exciting thing, growing up. Scary, sometimes, too. God will wander through your garden, tending your leaves and waiting for you to finish growing. And one day you\u2019ll be with him for always.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin sat back and wiped the tears from his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want you to promise me something, Kevin. If God harvests me before next spring, I want you to go ahead and plant those pumpkins anyway. You\u2019ll do a terrific job. Is it a deal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDeal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin continued to stop by Sidney\u2019s house to see Judy and bring drawings for Sidney that he had made at school. One day when he arrived at Sidney\u2019s house, Judy didn\u2019t answer the doorbell. Turning back toward the street, he saw a car pulling slowly into the driveway. It was Judy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she approached on the sidewalk, Kevin noticed a thin smile on her face. \u201cHello, Kevin. Have you been standing here long? I\u2019m sorry. I just got back from the hospital. Come in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once inside, Judy brought out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, without saying a word. Kevin knew that something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs Sidney okay?\u201d he asked anxiously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKevin,\u201d she said quietly, \u201cSidney died this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin didn\u2019t know what to say. He felt his stomach plummet \u2014 the way it would in a car speeding over the top of a steep hill. Staring blankly at the refrigerator with all of his paintings on it, he started to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Judy followed his eyes to the refrigerator. \u201cThose are some beautiful paintings,\u201d she said. \u201cYou know, Sidney\u2019s just like one of those paintings. God painted him one day and put him in the world to dry. It took a long time, but God was really patient. As soon as the paint dried, God wanted to put him up on his refrigerator so he could see him all the time. And you know what? I think Sidney\u2019s pretty happy there.\u201d A tear slowly worked its way across her wrinkled face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On a crisp Saturday morning in late May, Kevin went over to Sidney\u2019s old garden and planted his pumpkin seeds with Judy\u2019s help. He took his gardening seriously: as soon as he had planted the seeds, he went directly to the library to check out a book on growing pumpkins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin visited the garden at least twice a week during the summer to water the vines, to weed around the plants and to spend time with Judy. The vines spread from one edge of the garden to the other, meeting the fence on one side and embracing the rock terrace on the opposite. One pumpkin grew to be especially large. Since it was Kevin\u2019s favorite, he decided to name it Sidney.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before long, the maple leaves were once again dancing through the autumn breeze like blizzard-driven snowflakes. Kevin watched vigilantly for the first frost to steal its way across the neighborhood, and when it had, he padded his wagon and headed down to the garden. After enjoying some cookies with Judy, he picked the pumpkins and gave them all to her \u2014 all, that is, except one. Kevin lifted one enormous pumpkin and placed it gently in the back of his wagon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he hauled the wagon down the driveway toward Melrose Avenue, he waved toward the bay window where Judy stood watching him. Then, surrounded by a flurry of red and orange leaves, he turned the corner onto Auburn Street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome on, Sidney,\u201d he said to the pumpkin. \u201cYou\u2019re coming home with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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