Why Did I Have to Witness This?
It was 5:50 AM, on Thursday, December 17th, 2009. I woke up, feeling a little uneasy about everything. I began to take a shower, eat breakfast, and get ready for a normal day of school. It was about 6:40 AM, when I recieved a phone call from my mom, who was staying at my grandparent's house the night: All she said was, "Get your father and get over here quickly." My stomach twisted with complete disgust, as I knew his time has come...
Before I move on, I will give you a little background. In June, 2009, my grandpa found out he had cancer, along with brain tumors. For months, he has been fighting cancer, but progressively getting weaker. The doctors tried to reduce the size of the brain tumors, but it did not work. Recently, he broke his arm when he fell, so he went with Hospice. He got a big bed in the living room, where he was on a heart monitor and an oxygen tank.
Now, to continue with my story. We rushed quickly over to my grandma's house, and the look on my mom and sister's faces were terrible. The heart monitor still shown a steady pulse, so I was confused. It didn't seem like anything bad had happened. That was, until, I heard a change in the pulse. I quickly looked at my grandpa, and tears began to well up in everyone's eyes: I am only 14, but I knew what was going on. All of a sudden, in the slowest minute of my life, I heard a loud, long, beeping sound. My grandfather had just died in front of me... I never witnessed a death before.
Right after he died, people began to cry and scream. I just stood there, in shock and disbelief. I didn't know what to say, or what to do: my mind was all fogged up! In the midst of the crying, I managed to scream out "No!" I fell onto all fours, and cried like I never have cried before. Witnessing the death of my grandfather has been too painful for me.