Personal Narrative: What Is A Good Death

He tried to protect me from the world, though some of the evils slipped through the cracks, the same evils he was able to efficiently hide when I was four. I had to watch as my grandmother became sicker by the day. Dialysis is a pain I would not wish on my greatest enemy. It did not only drain her blood, but her spirits as well. There is no greater pain than seeing a woman so strong begin to wither away. As time went on you didn’t see the lack of life in her pruning face, but in her words. She began to talk as if she was on her deathbed that last time I visited. She barely ate and the only solace I found was finding her food that she would be excited to eat. I remember running around the hospital searching every food cart just to find chocolate pudding. …show more content…
It is strange how the more time you spend on this earth the fewer things excite you. I am beginning to wonder, is there a time when everyone reaches the point that they are ready to die? In the scholarly article entitled “What is a Good Death” the writer Marin Kitel experiences a similar situation with his grandmother. Kitel describes, “One day she decided it was time to die. She lay down in her bed and did not get up any more until she was dead—three months later”(Kitel, 1048) Like my grandmother Kitel’s grandmother was dealing with health problems. The power of the phrase “she decided” embodies the same dignity my grandmother had about her death. We often think of death as something predetermined, the image of the grim reaper coming for people comes to my mind. However, It was as if because both mine Kitel’s grandmothers could not control their illnesses, they strived to take control of at least one final