Narrative Essay On Death Is An Experience Of Death

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Narrative Essay Death is an experience that nobody wants to experience, but unfortunately everyone dies. It 's a depressing time, and a time to be thankful for everything you 've ever been blessed with. For my grandfather, death was knocking at his door two years after he was diagnosed with bone cancer. He had gone through treatment, but eventually it stopped working and the only thing anyone could do was wait. My grandfather was admitted to the Gosnell Memorial Hospice House in Scarborough, Maine on July 29, 2013. I got the phone call from my older sister, Amanda, and I knew something was very wrong the moment I heard her speak. She first asked me how I was doing, and after a reply, her words were like knives stabbing my chest, “Papa has …show more content…
I like to look at this as he is no longer in pain and he is in a better place, looking down at us all from heaven. Narrative Essay Death is an experience that nobody wants to experience, but unfortunately everyone dies. It 's a depressing time, and a time to be thankful for everything you 've ever been blessed with. For my grandfather, death was knocking at his door two years after he was diagnosed with bone cancer. He had gone through treatment, but eventually it stopped working and the only thing anyone could do was wait. My grandfather was admitted to the Gosnell Memorial Hospice House in Scarborough, Maine on July 29, 2013. I got the phone call from my older sister, Amanda, and I knew something was very wrong the moment I heard her speak. She first asked me how I was doing, and after a reply, her words were like knives stabbing my chest, “Papa has been moved to Hospice and he 's not doing well at all. They don 't think he 's going to make it through the night.” I broke down, crying so hard that my eyes became instantly puffy, and I couldn 't catch a breath. This was it. I would no longer have my Papa. He would be gone, and all I 'd have are the memories we shared, and a few photos of us …show more content…
I sat in my car, smoking one more cigarette before entering the building, and was pointed to the check-in desk where I signed my name and was then given the room number for my grandfather. I walked slowly down the brightly lit hall, which I was not expecting at all. Death was supposed to be dark and gloomy, but as I was walking down the hall I saw beautiful flowers on the shelves in front of the rooms of other individuals that were knocking on death 's door, and Hospice staff members in brightly colored scrubs. As I got closer to my grandfather 's room, my heart started to beat faster and faster. I could then feel the beating in my throat, and swallowing became

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