Once I stepped in to that house, I was petrified. Though I wasn’t ready to let go of Grandma Linda. She was my best friend. She was my person. She was the last one I had left.
Great Grandfather William passed of Colon Cancer. Great Grandmother Grace had died when I was seven. Great Aunt Pat passed when she accidently mixed her migraine medicine and tequila, she had forgotten she had taken the medicine. Grandpa Louis had a heart attack. But, Grandma Linda she was different. She didn’t die of old age, cancer, heart attack, or by accidently mixing her tequila and medicine. She died in my arms. She died of a disorder I never knew she had. She kept it from me for almost 45 years. While living in my house, I never knew. We talked all the time, …show more content…
Breath.
I started crying over the amount of stress I was under, trying to save Grandma Linda’s life. 21…22… 23… 24… 25…26… 27… 28… 29… 30… Breath. Breath.
I screamed, “DON’T DIE ON ME GRANDMA LINDA!!!” 31… 32… 33…34… 35… 36… 37… 38… 39…40… Breath. Breath. She started coughing.
“Stop… Vanessa, stop…” she muttered “…Stop… Let me die… Leave me…” “BUT!!” I screamed in shock. She was giving up. She wouldn’t let me save her. It was absolute hardest thing I had to do. “Hold me and never forget me.” She grabbed my hand and Signed “I love you” in to my hand.
I held her until she passed. She died in my arms.
When the ambulance finally arrived, the EMT asked me what her finally words were; the words I answered with were,
“Hold me and never forget me. Though it wasn’t the words she said that made it important, it’s what she didn’t say. It was her Signing I love you in to my hand.”
He said, “That will be the greatest memory you will have of her. She knew that was the only way for her to tell you that, and you will always remember.”
And that was absolute the hardest day of my life. I lost someone who made me whole. Though she gave me a gift; that gift was she’ll be with me forever …show more content…
He utilized his resources to teach his daughters, and then his grand-daughters, well… and his mere presence continued to inspire them all. He taught them to bury regrets, to have the courage to change and to accept the unchangeable. He taught them to believe in themselves to open their hearts and explore their souls. He was no ordinary man, but a man with subtle sensitivity, infinite wisdom and unending love.
He was their knight in shining armor, their John Wayne of heroes, and their confidant. No, this man was no ordinary man, he was… their father.”
His name was William E. Nugen. A short stocky man with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. A quiet and non-confrontational man but intelligent and hysterical. I never knew him personally; though the stories I heard about him were incredible and breathtaking. From the stories of him in war to the funny and scary bedtime stories he would tell. This is the story of a man like no other, he was no ordinary
Great Grandfather William passed of Colon Cancer. Great Grandmother Grace had died when I was seven. Great Aunt Pat passed when she accidently mixed her migraine medicine and tequila, she had forgotten she had taken the medicine. Grandpa Louis had a heart attack. But, Grandma Linda she was different. She didn’t die of old age, cancer, heart attack, or by accidently mixing her tequila and medicine. She died in my arms. She died of a disorder I never knew she had. She kept it from me for almost 45 years. While living in my house, I never knew. We talked all the time, …show more content…
Breath.
I started crying over the amount of stress I was under, trying to save Grandma Linda’s life. 21…22… 23… 24… 25…26… 27… 28… 29… 30… Breath. Breath.
I screamed, “DON’T DIE ON ME GRANDMA LINDA!!!” 31… 32… 33…34… 35… 36… 37… 38… 39…40… Breath. Breath. She started coughing.
“Stop… Vanessa, stop…” she muttered “…Stop… Let me die… Leave me…” “BUT!!” I screamed in shock. She was giving up. She wouldn’t let me save her. It was absolute hardest thing I had to do. “Hold me and never forget me.” She grabbed my hand and Signed “I love you” in to my hand.
I held her until she passed. She died in my arms.
When the ambulance finally arrived, the EMT asked me what her finally words were; the words I answered with were,
“Hold me and never forget me. Though it wasn’t the words she said that made it important, it’s what she didn’t say. It was her Signing I love you in to my hand.”
He said, “That will be the greatest memory you will have of her. She knew that was the only way for her to tell you that, and you will always remember.”
And that was absolute the hardest day of my life. I lost someone who made me whole. Though she gave me a gift; that gift was she’ll be with me forever …show more content…
He utilized his resources to teach his daughters, and then his grand-daughters, well… and his mere presence continued to inspire them all. He taught them to bury regrets, to have the courage to change and to accept the unchangeable. He taught them to believe in themselves to open their hearts and explore their souls. He was no ordinary man, but a man with subtle sensitivity, infinite wisdom and unending love.
He was their knight in shining armor, their John Wayne of heroes, and their confidant. No, this man was no ordinary man, he was… their father.”
His name was William E. Nugen. A short stocky man with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. A quiet and non-confrontational man but intelligent and hysterical. I never knew him personally; though the stories I heard about him were incredible and breathtaking. From the stories of him in war to the funny and scary bedtime stories he would tell. This is the story of a man like no other, he was no ordinary