I woke up and went to school just like what I did every day, except it wasn't an ordinary day. It was getting toward the end of the day and I was in 6th grade so that meant I had volleyball practice. My sister and I were both waiting in the library. My sister suddenly got a phone call and she looked very alarmed. I asked, "What's wrong?" She said, "That was mom. She said grandpa is in the hospital and he isn't doing too good. Mom said the doctors gave him three days to live." "Are we going to go up and see him?" I asked. She replied, "Yes, mom is on her way to pick us up and go there." When we got up to the hospital, all my aunts, uncles, and cousins were there. Everyone had flown back to be with my grandpa. That's when it really hit me …show more content…
I would go there after practice and stay there till it was time for bed. My Aunt Long would help me with my math homework and we would all order pizza to eat together. The doctor had said, “Vern has a very bad case of pneumonia. Usually people that have it this bad don’t usually make it. Vern has a 10% chance of surviving this, I’m so sorry.” That night was the ultimate test to see if he could make it through the night off the big oxygen machine. We all went in to say our goodbyes later that night. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done. My sister and I went up to hold his hand and a I said, "Bye Grandpa. I love you.". I couldn’t' say anything else. As I looked up and around the room, all I could see was sadness and tears in everyone’s eyes. My sister and I couldn't hold our tears in anymore, so we went back to my Dad and Mom. They held us and said, "It'll be okay." That night my grandpa was scared to fall asleep thinking he would never wake up. He wasn't ready to go. He eventually fell asleep and that night I prayed to God. I said, "God all I'm asking is that you give my grandpa strength to make it through the night. I'll do whatever, but please just make sure he will be
I woke up to the sound of an extremely annoying BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP, and I felt like a hibernating bear. It was like the darn alarm wanted me to get a knew one. But reluctantly, I pulled the switch on the back of the thing and pushed myself out of bed. I climbed down the ladder to my loft bed and went to pull my shoes on and get breakfast. I heard my mom yelling from her bedroom, ”Hurry up honey, or you’re going to be late for school!”
When they got to the hospital we were moving, my mom to a different room until she could come home; her one wish was that she wouldn’t die in a hospital. That night my aunt, sisters, and I left to go home ,so we could clean and get the house ready for my
“Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.”
“Sorry, it's mom she's hurt. She got caught up in damn the terrorist attack earlier”
In class today, we discussed the racial and social barrier that many of the characters were apart of in the novel, Chronicle of a Death Foretold. Marquez brought to light the struggle of class consciousness. He uses characters like Santiago Nasar and Bayardo San Roman as the upper class, but uses characters like Angela Vicario and her family as the lower working class. I believe Marquez was excellent at bringing to light the injustice faced by the lower class in the Colombian society. Angela Vicario's father was," a poor's man Goldsmith, and he'd lost his sight from doing so much fine work in gold in order to maintain the honor of the house" (30). This sounds like it should not be relevant to the story and is just the background of the
When asked about it he said from her torso to her head she was nothing but purple. A cold silence filled the air someone waiting for anyone else to speak up. Then after a while my Uncle Jim said “she’ll be fine.” It was that little bit of optimism, that keeps our massive family going. When something bad happens to us or around us; we will always think about the positives.
After he had sat with her, he got up and walked away to stand near the door. I sat in the chair next to her bed and the first thing I did was grab her hand, I dropped my head down because I knew our time was coming close to being done, what no one understands is how much of an impact she had on my life. There may have been an 83 year age difference between her and I, but she was my mentor, my story teller, my care provider, she gave me the best advice, she cooked the best food, she was the one I always aimed to make proud, but most of all she was my best friend. “It’s okay to cry, sweetie” said my dad. I didn’t want to cry though, that’s not what grandma would have wanted, but I couldn’t help it, I started to cry a little. How was my dad not crying yet? How could he stay so strong, he was much closer to her than I was, but somehow he managed to stay strong throughout all of it. I sat by her for probably 15 minutes holding her hand, I stood up, hugged her, whispered into her ear “I love you great grandma and I’ll see you when I get there”, I kissed her cheek and turned to leave the room. My dad was standing behind me and I walked into his arms and started crying, I couldn’t handle knowing that this could be the last time that I
My mom and brother sat with me. “It will be okay.” my mom half smiling with tears in her eyes said in a soft spoken
I loved him. I love him as a friend. I loved him as family. I have accepted his death, and he has left this world. People always say that when you die you go to a “better place”, whatever this place is maybe someday I can see him. at that moment on the rock with the sun shining in my face I accepted my grandpa’s death. He won’t come back, but he will live on through the memories I have of him. I threw his ashes into the
It was the end of one of my performances for my senior musical. Me and my fellow cast mates were laughing and discussing things regarding the musical. In the middle of one of the conversations I was having, my phone started ringing. It was my mom so I answered and she was crying so hard that I could barely understand what she was saying.
I went to extended care that day as they were running late from the doctor. It seemed as if it was a normal day, but little did I know I would be staring at the television in horror for the rest of the week. It was simply an average day. My mother picked me up from extended care and asked me, “How was school?”, as she usually does.
After a few minutes of me silently wondering what was wrong and why people wont tell me what's happening, we arrived at Mary Bridge Children's Hospital. I didn’t know what was going on, but I assumed something had happened to Noah. After all, he is my only sibling. Once we pulled up and parked at the hospital. We were silent walking into the hospital.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
A family friend, Rose Widmer, came over as my mom and dad were getting ready to leave. She would be staying with us because it looked like they would not be coming home that night. As Kelly and I were eating our supper, my mom came into the kitchen and sat down beside me. She explained to us that our dad was very sick, and that he was having trouble with his brain. She used the term "brain abscess." She said that this is what the doctors speculated was wrong with him, but they needed to go to Fort Wayne to take precautions.
Throughout the morning I didn’t know what to feel. I have seen distant family and friends of my parents