I never thought this moment would come. Never thought I would feel so empty and emotionless inside. On the morning of July 17th, 2011, it had felt like a typical summer morning. I had woken up and was just laying in my bed for a while, feeling the sun on my face and the light summer breeze. I must have fallen back asleep because moments later I was abruptly awoken by my brother. The unthinkable had happened. Words I never thought I would hear my brother say came spewing out of his mouth.
My grandpa had been sick for a while, but I always thought he would overcome his illness. He was always the man in the room who had the most stories to tell. Having served in the US Navy during World War II, he had always been an inspiration to me from the …show more content…
After the doctor told us that my grandpa had at most a month left, all of my relatives started to show up. The atmosphere within our family felt tense and uneasy. Some of my relatives seemed normal, while others could not keep it together. To see the range of emotions everyone was feeling was a crazy sight. Personally, I felt so engulfed by different emotions I didn't really know what to feel. Although my grandpa’s health was affecting us all negatively, he never missed a beat. When his health really started to depreciate, my family called in a priest to do the anointing of the sick. The priest came and was talking to my grandpa and my family and saying some prayers. All of the sudden, my grandpa started to choke. As I was sitting halfway across the room, my heart came to a screeching halt. “This can’t be it. He can’t be leaving us yet”, I thought to myself. Then I saw his eyes roll back and his eyelids delicately drape over his eyes. He’s gone, gone forever. Everyone stopped moving, nobody knew what to do. Within the room full of us people, you could hear a pin drop. The silence cut like a knife; John Palkovic had left us. At least that’s what we thought had happened. Out of the blue, my grandpa slowly opened his eyes, started to breathe again, and with his meek voice he called out, “Boo!” At that moment the tension was then cut from the room. …show more content…
Seeing my whole extended family dressed in black was an odd occurrence for me at the age of 12. For some reason, i felt trapped, as if death was surrounding me and I was falling into a deep, dark hole. I had never been to a funeral before so I didn’t really know how to act. All of these people were telling me consoling things, yet I just felt like a caged animal being watched in a zoo, all eyes on me. Some of my family was hysterical. They didn’t know how to handle themselves. My aunt Angie didn’t stop crying the whole time. Her emotions were pouring out of her. Sitting in the church pew, quiet as can be, I was holding my cousin’s hand as she began to whimper. Even though I was only 12, I was trying to stay strong for her. My emotions didn’t fully hit me until they played the military taps song at the closing of the ceremony. At this point, I just lost it. It was all becoming so real to me. This fact was something that my family and I were going to have to deal with for the rest of our
My grandpa had been sick for a while, but I always thought he would overcome his illness. He was always the man in the room who had the most stories to tell. Having served in the US Navy during World War II, he had always been an inspiration to me from the …show more content…
After the doctor told us that my grandpa had at most a month left, all of my relatives started to show up. The atmosphere within our family felt tense and uneasy. Some of my relatives seemed normal, while others could not keep it together. To see the range of emotions everyone was feeling was a crazy sight. Personally, I felt so engulfed by different emotions I didn't really know what to feel. Although my grandpa’s health was affecting us all negatively, he never missed a beat. When his health really started to depreciate, my family called in a priest to do the anointing of the sick. The priest came and was talking to my grandpa and my family and saying some prayers. All of the sudden, my grandpa started to choke. As I was sitting halfway across the room, my heart came to a screeching halt. “This can’t be it. He can’t be leaving us yet”, I thought to myself. Then I saw his eyes roll back and his eyelids delicately drape over his eyes. He’s gone, gone forever. Everyone stopped moving, nobody knew what to do. Within the room full of us people, you could hear a pin drop. The silence cut like a knife; John Palkovic had left us. At least that’s what we thought had happened. Out of the blue, my grandpa slowly opened his eyes, started to breathe again, and with his meek voice he called out, “Boo!” At that moment the tension was then cut from the room. …show more content…
Seeing my whole extended family dressed in black was an odd occurrence for me at the age of 12. For some reason, i felt trapped, as if death was surrounding me and I was falling into a deep, dark hole. I had never been to a funeral before so I didn’t really know how to act. All of these people were telling me consoling things, yet I just felt like a caged animal being watched in a zoo, all eyes on me. Some of my family was hysterical. They didn’t know how to handle themselves. My aunt Angie didn’t stop crying the whole time. Her emotions were pouring out of her. Sitting in the church pew, quiet as can be, I was holding my cousin’s hand as she began to whimper. Even though I was only 12, I was trying to stay strong for her. My emotions didn’t fully hit me until they played the military taps song at the closing of the ceremony. At this point, I just lost it. It was all becoming so real to me. This fact was something that my family and I were going to have to deal with for the rest of our