“I’m not looking through that woman’s purse.” I declared as I directed my attention towards the television. “Okay, you don’t have to look because; I’m going to tell you every little thing she has in here. Starting with this pack of Juicy Fruit.” “Okay, okay. I’ll look through the stuff with you.” I snapped, as I stood on the other side of Jacob’s bed and started pilfering through Erica’s things. “There was a silver MAC makeup bag, full of MAC products, tan leather wallet, mouthwash, bag of gummy worms, cell phone, change purse, ultrasound pictures, book with filled with baby names, soft peppermints, half eaten honey bun, tooth pics, hot sauce packets, tums, coupons, a comb, brush, panty liners, body spray, appointment reminders, papers from a gift registry at Target, and a book titled Bangles and Broken Hearts.”
“I thought I had a lot of stuff in my purse,” Trudy said, as she started to put Erica’s belongings back into the purse. “Hold on, let me see that baby book and that ultrasound.” After looking through the book, I noticed that only girl names were highlighted. Then when I looked at the small print on the side of the ultrasound, I read the words “Baby Girl Camden.” “It looks like they’re having a little girl,” I uttered, as I handed Trudy the baby book and the ultrasound. “Now will you go give her the purse?” I asked. “Yep.” Said Trudy as she left the room for a few minutes and came right …show more content…
They agreed that Jacob looked miserable with all of those tubes hooked up to him. We all decide that Jacob should be taken off the machines so that he could slip away. The beeping from the machines were driving me insane. On top of that, my nerves were a wreck because I thought that Jacob had stopped breathing twice. I was going to stay the night at the hospital, but I just couldn’t. That same evening Ty, Jr, and I contacted the rest of Jacobs family and friends and told them about the accident. We insisted that they come to see him within the next day or two because of Jacob’s deteriorating condition. Most people admitted that they couldn’t make it and asked for the hospital address so they could send flowers. As thoughts from planning a funeral gave me an instant headache, I thought back to my own mother’s funeral and decided that I would have a viewing at the funeral home and have Jacob cremated.
At 5:16 a.m. the house phone rang. I had already known what the call was for. A nurse from the hospital gave me the news that Jacob had passed away. In a way, I wanted the satisfaction of pulling the plug, but I’m glad that it happened this way. I wouldn’t have to deal with it on my conscious for the rest of my life. I said a prayer for Jacob and then woke Ty and Jr up to give them the