Personal Narrative: Ollie's Life

Death is a supernatural physical loss of an individual’s soul. A vast majority of individuals experience death in different ways. In other words, death can come slowly and painfully, or quickly and painlessly. Three years ago, my cousin, Ollie Green, died of sickle cell anemia. Ollie’s life could be described as the process of baking a cake. When I received the news of his death, my perfectly prepared cake was now burnt and destroyed. A correlation of contradicting emotions suppressed my mind. Is this really the end? My emotions were exploit to the fact that I was feeling more traumatized knowing that I was embarking a journey where a season of detachment was taking place. I felt the weight of oppression bearing down on my heart and I was …show more content…
These were the final ingredients that needed to be added. A few months after the bake off, Ollie was rushed to the hospital because his blood count was very low. The doctors hooked him up to several different machines. The eggs of the batter is what holds the ingredients together. The eggs are also important because without them, the cake would be completely flat. When Ollie was in the hospital, the doctor told him that he needed a blood transplant and possibly consider a bone marrow transplant. When he was low on blood, his body was weak and his energy was very flat. When my family heard the news, they immediately volunteered to give blood to help Ollie’s battle be over. I was the butter. In a case where a family member is constantly in and out of the hospital, he sometimes began to lose hope. I being the butter, would call and let him know that everything was going to be …show more content…
His death came spontaneously. The flour at the bottom of the pan was indeed a better technique of preventing the cake from sticking, than butter. Ollie’s surgery was a complete success. I received a phone call from him one morning, and he told me how he was doing. The transplant went very smoothly, and he showed no signs of inverted red blood cells. He told me that when he felt better, we would bake more cakes. When Ollie was first diagnosed, his life expectancy was between eighteen to twenty-five years. He died at the age of nineteen. What happened to my cake? The doctor told us that because of the surgery, he was prone to early infections while in recovery. He laid in his oven, but it was too hot and too late to keep the burning agony