An Expected Tragedy Occurred On My Life

Her last days were spent in the hospital, with the constant care and family by her side, she seemed at peace. We would talk about old times, like how she once asked why this lady’s belly was so big. I said there was a baby inside, and she freaked out, assuming that lady had eaten the baby. Or when she got knocked out drunk on her 21st birthday, so drunk that she was begging the showerhead to stop crying while taking a shower. It was hard for any of us to leave her side since she could pass away at any time, and it would be the last time we saw

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

She was my dad’s mom, and we used to call her Bebe Hajji as a sign of respect for a elders who has completed a pilgrimage to Mecca. Bebe Hajji passed away from gallbladder cancer, and it was a very surreal time in not only my life, but my family’s as well. I don’t actually remember that much about her before she was admitted to the hospital, only when she was. I remember what she looked like, I remember what her lap felt like when she’d hold me, but I do not remember her voice. When she was in the hospital I never quite grasped what was going on, I knew she was dying, but i dont think i ever knew what death was. After her funeral I was sad, but i kept waitin for the other shoe o drop. I didn't know how to grieve, I was nine, I went back to school and i didn't cry when i told other people what happened, and i didn't cry at her memorial. As i've gotten older, it's stuck with me more and more. When I was in middle school i felt exponential guilt, about my lack of tears when i was younger. I felt like I hadn't lover her enough and as a result been unable to grieve. As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized people deal with death differently, and to be fair, I was nine.

My grandpa died of Cardiac Arrest, where a sudden stop of blood flow fails due to the heart. At that time that I received the news from my family in Guatemala, I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be sad and cry or stay quiet and give my condolences. All I knew is that it really hurt my family and they wanted to be with him. My grandma thought of something, booking a flight to Guatemala as soon as possible for his funeral. She decided to take me, my aunt and cousin. They were the only ones who really wanted to go in my family living in Los Angeles.

I’ve experienced many simple things like my my first kiss, my first F, and my first time driving. But the most significant experience in my life was the death of a close friend of mine, Miranda Arraya. Her passing happened so fast people are still in shock even a month after the news. It’s hard to type about because I miss her so much but this tramples over any other ordeal that has occured in my lifetime.

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

She was the older sister I’ve always wanted and my biggest role model. She was a high spirited person and always had a smile on her beautiful face. She developed some symptoms, but less than a year later, she was classified as having stage four renal diseases. She was in and out of college, needing to drop out because of her flares. I saw how much she wanted to live a “normal” life, but couldn’t. She never complained and always tried to live life to the fullest. A month after her twenty-fourth birthday, she was admitted to the hospital. For the next couple of months, she went through copious tests and transfusions. Whenever I visited her, I felt like a part of me was dying, so helpless. Our family was completely exhausted, but would never leave her or give up

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

When I was younger my grandmother fell into a coma after her surgery. This was an unexpected situation because the doctor told our family that the surgery would be fine and she would come out alive. Next thing I know, we got a phone call from my uncle that my grandma was in critical condition. The doctor told us something went wrong during the surgery and my grandmother became a vegetable. When I went to visit and saw her on the bed, I was devastated. I was so young and I felt completely helpless. I wanted to do something, but I did not know what I could have done because I was only her grandchild. At that time, my mind was blank, but I was still observing the hospital settings. I saw numerous nurses walking around, monitoring and

She looked at me, I knew their was no turning back it was time. I had been waiting for this day since June 10,2015. This last month had been hell for me. I was finally going to meet my daughter. We arrived to the hospital and checked in. I waited in the waiting area for about 40 minutes until I was finally taken to the back. I was given a blue patient gown to change into; I change in to it and sat on the bed and just waited. My mother was there sitting by my side, I was so nervous I just wanted to get up and go back home.

My grandma wasn’t healing right, or at all. The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong. They believed they had fixed the problem, however, she isn’t any better than before the valve replacement. The doctors decided it was time to go back to the operating room with a plan to fix things. Little did they know, however, that my grandma’s heart was worn out from trying to cope with the new valve and was half dead. With no other option than to give us bad news, they told us she needed a heart transplant.

She had passed on Sunday June 30th and the funeral home wasn’t able to receive the body until the end of the week because they had to wait on the medical examiner to release her body thus ruling out a homicide. It felt like my insides was being twisted as I waited to find out the results of the autopsy to find out the cause of death. It came to light that she had passed due to a blood clot that travelled to her heart causing to go into cardiac arrest. The passing of my aunt hurt me deeply because I had just seen her a couple of days ago with my mother and she had taken a picture of her, which had turned out to be the last picture of my aunt alive. Every time I wish I could go see my aunt I just look at the picture; however, it was like playing the devil’s advocate because I was also in the last picture of

In spite of this painful occurrence happening to me at twenty-four years of age, emotions such as shock, anger, and guilt, came into play creating chaos. I rerun her death in my mind, yet unable to completely forget the sadness, similar to a synopsis. These feelings can be frightening and overwhelming; however I have learned how to cope and with the realization that life and death are phenomenal both intertwined. I speculate that when one passes on they continue to be

Once I found out that the surgery was needed and could not be avoided, I had to accept the fact that my Grandma would have to undergo this procedure. I have always been protective of my family, so I had to quickly realize that the specialist were doing this to help her and not cause any harm. The doctors allowed my family and I to be with her until she went back for surgery, so I felt a bigger weight being lifted off of my shoulder. My family is religious, so we prayed with her before she went back and went home because it was a surgery that began at eight PM, and she would need to rest after and we could return when she woke up in the morning. The entire night I was eager to get back to the hospital to see how my Grandma was doing so I did not get a lot of sleep. In a way, I had my own Drama of Fear and Loss because I constantly had the thought of what if. What if my Grandma’s surgery did not go as planned? What if she did not wake up? What would I do without my Grandma? How will my family react? All of these questions swirled through my head the entire night. We received a call around nine o’clock the next morning letting us know that the surgery had went as planned and she was expected to make a full recovery. I was immediately excited and ready to go see my Grandmother. Since the hospital was only four blocks away from my house, we decided to walk there and enjoy the day because my Grandma had done well. Once we arrived we entered her room and I immediately gave her a hug keeping in mind that her knee was still in recovery mode so I did not overdo it. Then my family joined in and we all began

It was around mid to late March, and I received some terrifying news. My grandma wasn’t doing too well. She has been struggling with lung disease because she has smoked for a very long time. There was no one to take care of her because my uncle works all the time, so my dad had to go sit with my grandma just in case something bad happened.