I have a routine on school nights. When I arrive home, I change into comfortable clothes, make dinner, and do homework until it is bedtime. I refuse to be outside of my house after I have changed into different clothes, especially after I’ve showered. There are reasons why I act like I do, it is a bit childish; nonetheless, on that day I never planned for anything out of the ordinary to occur.
I remember giggling on my phone while texting my friends, us girls were talking about what any teenage girl would typically talk about. We were talking about cute boys, fashionable clothes, or funny situations that occurred. I must have been so engrossed in this conversation with my friends that when my door slammed open, I knew something was wrong. The …show more content…
I won’t expand further as to say that I’m sure everyone in the room was on the verge of crying. My tears were threatening to fall down, I’m not sure if they were tears of sadness, or shed out of happiness that our family was fortunate. My grandfather didn’t leave the hospital without those tears, realizing that he was no longer a superhero anymore.
I always imagined a heart attack to be overdramatic. I visualized that it would consist of an individual who clutched their chest out of pain and pass out on the floor. What my grandfather did differed from my expectations. I learned that my grandfather had contracted the heart attack at Fleet Farm. He chose to use his cart as a walker and trudged out of the store to look for his car. Once he entered his car he decided to stay there until he could see, in the middle of his heart attack. Instead of driving to the hospital which was five minutes away from the store, he decided to drive twenty minutes to get home. We knew that he was extremely lucky, if my grandmother hadn’t contacted my uncle, a different outcome could have …show more content…
I’m relying heavily on my parents and the idea of them being weak and sick is foreign to me, they’ve always nursed and cared for me while I was sick. To see a parent surrendering to the possible fate where they are no longer around scares their children. The good events that have stuck onto us are memories that will cease to exist once we leave this
I remember giggling on my phone while texting my friends, us girls were talking about what any teenage girl would typically talk about. We were talking about cute boys, fashionable clothes, or funny situations that occurred. I must have been so engrossed in this conversation with my friends that when my door slammed open, I knew something was wrong. The …show more content…
I won’t expand further as to say that I’m sure everyone in the room was on the verge of crying. My tears were threatening to fall down, I’m not sure if they were tears of sadness, or shed out of happiness that our family was fortunate. My grandfather didn’t leave the hospital without those tears, realizing that he was no longer a superhero anymore.
I always imagined a heart attack to be overdramatic. I visualized that it would consist of an individual who clutched their chest out of pain and pass out on the floor. What my grandfather did differed from my expectations. I learned that my grandfather had contracted the heart attack at Fleet Farm. He chose to use his cart as a walker and trudged out of the store to look for his car. Once he entered his car he decided to stay there until he could see, in the middle of his heart attack. Instead of driving to the hospital which was five minutes away from the store, he decided to drive twenty minutes to get home. We knew that he was extremely lucky, if my grandmother hadn’t contacted my uncle, a different outcome could have …show more content…
I’m relying heavily on my parents and the idea of them being weak and sick is foreign to me, they’ve always nursed and cared for me while I was sick. To see a parent surrendering to the possible fate where they are no longer around scares their children. The good events that have stuck onto us are memories that will cease to exist once we leave this