When I awoke on that Saturday in June, I never would have expected what was to come; fear, anxiety, and sorrow were just a few of the emotions swirling through my veins. It was as though every memory, every conversation, every disagreement we had ever had was on repeat in my mind. There are some instances in our lives that are engraved in our minds. Death is an example of something that you will never forget. We all remember our pets dying, our distant relatives, in some horrifying cases our friends. People leave unmistakable marks on our lives day by day. Death is an unavoidable and inevitable moment in life.
“Mom I’m on my way home!” she stated over the phone, “just three more hours and I will be back in my hometown.”
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I couldn’t bare the thought of Grandma not being here. I was selfish. I did not care about her being in a better place as others do say. I wanted her here with me. I wanted her to watch me graduate, to get married, and to one day have kids of my own .I could not think to not have her with me. Even though heaven may be a better place for her I don’t think that I could ever forgive myself for not being with her on her last day. I went to sleep uneasy that night. If you would even call two hours sleep.
The next day at school, I was in advanced child development when I got a text. It was second block and Alissa and I were having some outrageous conversation. I was surprised to see the text was from my mom. I basically jumped out of my seat to reach for my phone knowing what had happened just the night before. I read the message on the screen that said one video message from Amber. I had to do a double take because my mother hardly ever sends videos. It caught me off guard when my fragile great-grandma appeared on the screen. Those words I will forever …show more content…
If there is one thing that people know about hospitals, it is as if you can feel the sorrow and the pain in your veins as you enter. This wing much more so because this was the intensive care unit. my feet felt as if lead had been incorporated into the sole. I was not sure what my eyes were going to gaze upon. As I rounded the corner and saw the room number 2133, I knew for a fact that it was grandma’s room. I had that sense of familiarity, but as I stepped foot into the room, I only saw a ghost of what was to be my grandmother. This lady was not the same lady that took me to the pool and pushed my stroller when I had no sense of how to walk. It was as if I was gazing into the eyes of a stranger. All the messy tangled wires and humongous machines hooked up to her made her as if she were not even living. The only reassurance was when my mother asked her some questions and she
“Mom I’m on my way home!” she stated over the phone, “just three more hours and I will be back in my hometown.”
“I can’t wait to see …show more content…
I couldn’t bare the thought of Grandma not being here. I was selfish. I did not care about her being in a better place as others do say. I wanted her here with me. I wanted her to watch me graduate, to get married, and to one day have kids of my own .I could not think to not have her with me. Even though heaven may be a better place for her I don’t think that I could ever forgive myself for not being with her on her last day. I went to sleep uneasy that night. If you would even call two hours sleep.
The next day at school, I was in advanced child development when I got a text. It was second block and Alissa and I were having some outrageous conversation. I was surprised to see the text was from my mom. I basically jumped out of my seat to reach for my phone knowing what had happened just the night before. I read the message on the screen that said one video message from Amber. I had to do a double take because my mother hardly ever sends videos. It caught me off guard when my fragile great-grandma appeared on the screen. Those words I will forever …show more content…
If there is one thing that people know about hospitals, it is as if you can feel the sorrow and the pain in your veins as you enter. This wing much more so because this was the intensive care unit. my feet felt as if lead had been incorporated into the sole. I was not sure what my eyes were going to gaze upon. As I rounded the corner and saw the room number 2133, I knew for a fact that it was grandma’s room. I had that sense of familiarity, but as I stepped foot into the room, I only saw a ghost of what was to be my grandmother. This lady was not the same lady that took me to the pool and pushed my stroller when I had no sense of how to walk. It was as if I was gazing into the eyes of a stranger. All the messy tangled wires and humongous machines hooked up to her made her as if she were not even living. The only reassurance was when my mother asked her some questions and she