August 13th, 2013. Something that I never thought would happen to me, happened. One of my best friends, Devin Umbaugh, was in a car accident. He was with one of his friends from Adel, and they were driving around on a gravel road. He was driving recklessly around a sharp turn, and the car rolled. He wasn’t wearing a seat belt so he got thrown from the car. It ended up landing on him. He was still alive when the ambulance came, and when they took the car off him, he immediately went unconscious, he was then taken to the Methodist Hospital in Des Moines. The night of the accident, I was at my friend’s house. We were asleep, then all the sudden I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was Jalyn Clark, a girl I used to be friends with.
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My hands were sweating and my heart was racing. I was going to try being strong but I knew no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prepare myself. I finally stepped into the room. I saw him and I couldn’t help but start crying. Seeing him laying in that bed with all the machines he was hooked up to, knowing he didn’t deserve any of this was so hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, no words came out of my mouth, slowly I walked over to him and grab his hand. He was warm, which made me feel better. I never wanted to let go. The other times that I visited and got to see him, I would start to talk to him more and more. The nurses were in there with me but I didn’t care. I talked to him just like he was alive and everything was normal. There were days that they nurses said they had some brain activity but then other days they had nothing. I had so much hope, I believed he was going to be fine. I knew that wasn’t true though, I was telling myself everything I could just to get through the day. Finally, my worst fear came true, I got the phone telling me I should come say a final goodbye to …show more content…
I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was going on. I refused to believe I was about to say goodbye to my best friend. I get to the hospital and I walk as slowly as I can to his room. I was trying so hard to hold back the tears, my heart racing. I couldn’t do this, I didn’t want to let him go. Finally I’m by his room. I didn’t want to go in alone so I took my friend, Shae, in the room with me. I get in the room and I look at him. He looked so different. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that. I break down into tears. I couldn’t look at him and I couldn’t speak. I had to leave the room. I stand in the waiting room for awhile thinking. I couldn’t leave the hospital without giving him a goodbye. I knew if I left I would regret that my entire life. I got myself together and decided I was going to go back in the room to give him a goodbye. I decided to go alone. This was something that I had to do myself. I went into the room and this time I don’t cry. He would hate me being this upset over him. I walk over to his bed and grab his hand. He was so cold, feeling him about made me cry because last time I touched him he was warm. I stood there staring at him. I was surprisingly calm. I was stroking his arm while I told him goodbye. I never cried because I was reminding him of all the good times we had and how much he meant to me. I know he was listening. I said everything I had to say so I told him I loved him and I walked out of his room. I
My hands were sweating and my heart was racing. I was going to try being strong but I knew no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prepare myself. I finally stepped into the room. I saw him and I couldn’t help but start crying. Seeing him laying in that bed with all the machines he was hooked up to, knowing he didn’t deserve any of this was so hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, no words came out of my mouth, slowly I walked over to him and grab his hand. He was warm, which made me feel better. I never wanted to let go. The other times that I visited and got to see him, I would start to talk to him more and more. The nurses were in there with me but I didn’t care. I talked to him just like he was alive and everything was normal. There were days that they nurses said they had some brain activity but then other days they had nothing. I had so much hope, I believed he was going to be fine. I knew that wasn’t true though, I was telling myself everything I could just to get through the day. Finally, my worst fear came true, I got the phone telling me I should come say a final goodbye to …show more content…
I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was going on. I refused to believe I was about to say goodbye to my best friend. I get to the hospital and I walk as slowly as I can to his room. I was trying so hard to hold back the tears, my heart racing. I couldn’t do this, I didn’t want to let him go. Finally I’m by his room. I didn’t want to go in alone so I took my friend, Shae, in the room with me. I get in the room and I look at him. He looked so different. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that. I break down into tears. I couldn’t look at him and I couldn’t speak. I had to leave the room. I stand in the waiting room for awhile thinking. I couldn’t leave the hospital without giving him a goodbye. I knew if I left I would regret that my entire life. I got myself together and decided I was going to go back in the room to give him a goodbye. I decided to go alone. This was something that I had to do myself. I went into the room and this time I don’t cry. He would hate me being this upset over him. I walk over to his bed and grab his hand. He was so cold, feeling him about made me cry because last time I touched him he was warm. I stood there staring at him. I was surprisingly calm. I was stroking his arm while I told him goodbye. I never cried because I was reminding him of all the good times we had and how much he meant to me. I know he was listening. I said everything I had to say so I told him I loved him and I walked out of his room. I