Personal Narrative Essay: A Night Like A Vivid Dream

I remember that night like a vivid dream. I stayed up that night to read due to school let out the previous day. I can remember the suddenness of a phone ringing at three in the morning. It was the June 17th, 2014 when my mom walked into my room and told me the news. I can still imagine the creak my old wooden door made as she peaked into the room with teary eyes. “Megan…he’s dead.” After that moment things get fuzzy. I’m not sure if I had started crying right away or if I just sat there for a moment to let everything sink it. I didn’t speak. I didn’t make a sound. I can remember my mom taking my book and hugging me tightly while she cried. When I ask her about this moment she says I didn’t show any emotion, but how could I when everything …show more content…
My mom said the nurses were going to leave him in the bed until we got there so I could see him for the last time. Once we got there the nurses then told us that they weren’t able to leave him there so he was put in the freezer downstairs where they keep the bodies. I remember the trip down the long hallways like my worst nightmare. The pale grey walls smelled of antiseptic and it was colder than the rest of the hospital. The halls seemed endless and the walk there was the more agonizing than the news alone. With every step my heart felt like it was going to stop and my throat clenched, making it harder to breath. I looked down at my feet while I walked so I didn’t have to focus on where we were going. “Don’t touch the body when I take it out.” She said as if it didn’t use to be a person that meant something to us. She said it like it was an empty shell and that he was no longer the person I grew up loving. The person who I had watched slowly deteriorate as I grew up. All I could think of when she opened the door was how my dad went from walking, to crutches, to a wheelchair, to not being able to breath on his own. Slowly he was died in front of my