Hope
Life is like a burning candle, lite with a dancing flame throughout the night and day; the candle burns out and you are left in an aphotic room with no emotion. I looked up to my father for everything, comforting me with assurance, he would never leave my life. For thirty minutes, life would leave my father. This would change the way I valued life forever. At no point in my life would I have ever expected to have such a tragedy hit me like a kick to the heart. A normal day in the Turner household, I sat lounged on the front porch with my four sisters and father. It was a mid-summer day, wind climbing throughout the steep valleys of the mountain. The porch was filled with conversation and laughter as my littlest sister cracked her latest …show more content…
Barefoot, each step seemed like miles, sharp rocks punctured my heels. My mind was a mess, in a state of tunnel vision, legs trembling from the steep incline. Seconds became hours and every move forward seemed like a step backwards. I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat pounding throughout my chest. Objects around me were dull, colors faded; the birds screamed, panicking in every direction. I had made it to my destination, I knocked furiously, my knuckles inflamed. No answer. I knocked. No answer. I became infuriated at myself for not serving aid to my father or sisters. 100 yards away, I could hear bawling from afar, tears rolled down my face like raindrops on a freshly waxed car. Even in such a state of despair, I prayed for my father and told myself it would be alright. I returned to hear my sister reciting compression cycles, weeps in-between her every word. Sweat and tears decimated her make-up around her eyes, black suit wiped all over her hands. My father face was pallor; his dark black hair was stale. I laid my ear against his now cold chest and listened for a pulse, nothing. I cried to my father asking him to stay with me, I could not live without him. In my head I repeated god, he's not gone. Please don't let him be
Life is like a burning candle, lite with a dancing flame throughout the night and day; the candle burns out and you are left in an aphotic room with no emotion. I looked up to my father for everything, comforting me with assurance, he would never leave my life. For thirty minutes, life would leave my father. This would change the way I valued life forever. At no point in my life would I have ever expected to have such a tragedy hit me like a kick to the heart. A normal day in the Turner household, I sat lounged on the front porch with my four sisters and father. It was a mid-summer day, wind climbing throughout the steep valleys of the mountain. The porch was filled with conversation and laughter as my littlest sister cracked her latest …show more content…
Barefoot, each step seemed like miles, sharp rocks punctured my heels. My mind was a mess, in a state of tunnel vision, legs trembling from the steep incline. Seconds became hours and every move forward seemed like a step backwards. I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat pounding throughout my chest. Objects around me were dull, colors faded; the birds screamed, panicking in every direction. I had made it to my destination, I knocked furiously, my knuckles inflamed. No answer. I knocked. No answer. I became infuriated at myself for not serving aid to my father or sisters. 100 yards away, I could hear bawling from afar, tears rolled down my face like raindrops on a freshly waxed car. Even in such a state of despair, I prayed for my father and told myself it would be alright. I returned to hear my sister reciting compression cycles, weeps in-between her every word. Sweat and tears decimated her make-up around her eyes, black suit wiped all over her hands. My father face was pallor; his dark black hair was stale. I laid my ear against his now cold chest and listened for a pulse, nothing. I cried to my father asking him to stay with me, I could not live without him. In my head I repeated god, he's not gone. Please don't let him be