I Was 18 And Just Came Home From School
I can remember the day as if it was right now. My grandfather was dying and I can remember my mom calling me to let me know that he was gonna go soon, I remember speeding home and listening to this weird song by the killers with the lyrics "everything will be all right" and I remember feeling completely numb. When I got there I went straight to my parents room (it had been turned into my grandfathers hospice room) and held his hand. I remember the hospice nurse taking vitals, and I remember how cold his feet and legs had gotten over the few hours. I remember seeing his pulse in his neck beat so fast, and then he began to gasp a little bit and then he exhaled and was gone. I remember the feeling of how lifeless his arm was when I placed it back by his side, and I remember his face. The bravest thing I ever did was stay in that room and tell him it was ok to go, it was also one of the more selfless things Ive done especially because he was the only one in my life who I could truly depend and rely upon, he was more of a father to me than my father and out of all of the 9 grandchildren I was the one who got to be with him until the end. When you are able to be with someone as they die, you are able to really say goodbye and get through to the healing process alot faster. I was not with my grandmother when she passed, and I regret it to this day because although watching my grandfather die was painful, it was necessary for me to come to terms with the fact that he is gone. Death is a natural process, and I consider myself lucky to have been able to watch someone's first breaths as well as to have witnessed someone's last.