Friday, February 13, 2009

Reaction: "To Hell with Dying" by: Alice Walker


Awwwww, It's such a cute, sad and gorgeous story. We humans fear death so much because we don't know it and we don't have a concrete thought about what it is.


It's a very interesting story, and is really well narrated. I could imagine all that she was saying even Mr. Sweet, such a great man, with flaws like anyone, but with a great heart. The way when she was a child she used to play with him and all the memories and smells that reminded her of him, it's a really fun way to describe someone.


There are a lot of elements in this story, one of them is the love that Mr. Sweet had for his wife, a love so strong that he even felt like dying when he remembered that she was not there with him anymore. All those times that he nearly died because of the pain that he felted,a pain so real that made him fee like he was dying and looking like that too. How the way that Alice jumping and playig with him gave him life again.


The most wonderful part of the story is at the end, when Mr. Sweet is lying there in his final moments and he rolls his finger through her face like when she was a child and then with a smile on his face he dies. She can't believe it because he would never really die, but this time was true. She looked at her parents, with their eyes full of tears, and she realized that Mr. Sweet was her fisrt love. HOW CUTE IS THAT !!!! Love in a pure way, love like the feeling that one gets when we admire, respect and love someone just as they are. Pure and Simple.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful post, Zuleica. Your blog is pretty and I love the details gadgets you added. Can you change blog to all English? Did you go on that dream trip. It was a realized dream...? See you in class.

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  2. I already found your blog ... I think it was on google...when I was doing a search for my own blog...that's why you have this comment above. Also, we used the same background! Did you try to change the default language to Spanish?

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