The Anderson Hospice House: A Short Story

The white cubicle with a constant sound of a machine beeping grew obnoxious ,but as the days past it soon became welcomed. The constant beeping every minute calmed all my worries and fears. There would be times where the beeping would pause and at that moment it felt as if my heart did well. The sound of patterned feet across the room with the occasional conversation on the side distracted me from my surroundings. If it wasn't for the words on the book before me the severance of my environment would engulf me. The pain that was hidden behind my grandmother's eyes was heartbreaking. Although they fought like cats and dogs their love for each other was evident. The pain was unbearable seeing the figure in front of me so helpless and weak . The Anderson Hospice House is where my …show more content…
Through all the pins,needles, and surgery my grandfather stood tall and took the pain. Soon his breathing became labored and made unpleasant sound to the ear. Then doctor then informed us that the unpleasant sound was the result of fluids filling up in his lungs which is often called a “death rattle”. At that moment we knew it was time to say our goodbyes. On Tuesday night at ten twenty two pm he took his last breath. I looked around the room at all my family members; sorrow and pain was all that seemed to consume the room. All the tear streaked faces looked down at the man we knew would forever be in our hearts. My grandfather taught me many lessons in the time he was here. In the white cubicle room I learned a very important lesson for my grandfather; one I will never forget. In life we will experience a moment of hopeless but how we handle it is what truly defines us. Although my grandfather was going through pain and suffering he never once complained, felt pity for himself, or resented God. Instead he found the light in the darkest situations and left it in God’s hands. For that reason my grandfather inspires me to keep going even in the darkest moments and leave it in