It was a bright sunny Saturday morning, waking up hearing the birds chirping outside. The sun was shining through the windows throughout the house. I can remember sitting in the living room in a tan recliner facing the Tv. When I heard the phone ring the first time, it was around ten o’clock in the morning; I looked over to see my mom running to the home phone that used to sit on the desk in the laundry room. It rang three times before my mom answered. The second time was around 12:30 in the afternoon. After answering that call, my mom was crying. Before hanging up the phone I could overhear her say “thank you, I will let her know.” Suddenly that bright, sunny morning didn’t seem so bright anymore. I had lost my best friend. It was at my
…show more content…
My stomach was in knots and turning with butterflies dancing around inside me, because at that age, I was so afraid of doctors and hospitals. After finally making it to an elevator and up to the Kendall’s floor, walking all the way to the end of the floral wallpapered yellow walls of the hospital to the end of the hallway, I became even more nervous to walk in and see Kendall, not knowing what she had looked like but knowing she was really sick. I can only remember so much because I was so young, but I will never forget walking down the hallway with Kendall and Breighanna, headed to get blue raspberry slushies. In Kendall’s hospital room, we sat there and laughed at how blue our tongues and lips looked after finishing them. As always, we had our pictures taken by our mothers while we sat along Kendall’s uncomfortable, white sheeted, hospital bed telling stories and laughing, as if it were just another day. We weren’t there long before the nurses had came in and told us that Kendall was beginning to get tired and that we would have to get ready to leave soon. It was hard to leave, and say goodbye, not knowing when I would get to see her again. It never crossed my mind though, that that day, it would be the last
My stomach was in knots and turning with butterflies dancing around inside me, because at that age, I was so afraid of doctors and hospitals. After finally making it to an elevator and up to the Kendall’s floor, walking all the way to the end of the floral wallpapered yellow walls of the hospital to the end of the hallway, I became even more nervous to walk in and see Kendall, not knowing what she had looked like but knowing she was really sick. I can only remember so much because I was so young, but I will never forget walking down the hallway with Kendall and Breighanna, headed to get blue raspberry slushies. In Kendall’s hospital room, we sat there and laughed at how blue our tongues and lips looked after finishing them. As always, we had our pictures taken by our mothers while we sat along Kendall’s uncomfortable, white sheeted, hospital bed telling stories and laughing, as if it were just another day. We weren’t there long before the nurses had came in and told us that Kendall was beginning to get tired and that we would have to get ready to leave soon. It was hard to leave, and say goodbye, not knowing when I would get to see her again. It never crossed my mind though, that that day, it would be the last