My Most Frightening Day

1301 WordsJun 24, 20116 Pages
My Most Frightening Day Most people don’t have any idea when their most frightening day will be, it could have been when they were young or maybe it has not quite happened yet. I did not have the luxury of surprise although I also didn’t exactly have a day marked on my calendar. I knew my most frightening day would come when a doctor called my house and informed my family that my great grandpa Papahualo had two weeks to live, and my dad informed me that we were going to fly out there to be with him. He was like a father to my dad and he traveled with us most everywhere we went and now, we were going to be with him before his greatest journey yet. I had been planning to go to New York during winter break; I was hoping to spend time with…show more content…
My great grandpa had finally been transported to a hospice and we knew it was now only a matter of time. It was decided that my two aunts and uncle would stay overnight with him but I begged and was allowed to stay instead of my uncle. He was surrounded by family from the beginning but now even more than ever with people from the area were even coming to visit trying to give their last goodbyes and sharing memories with the rest of us. He was so respected, admired, and loved; no one ever had anything bad to say of him and this was not just because of the circumstances. As it got later the family proceeded to clear out, leaving me with my aunts. I was reading my book and positioned myself as usual by his bedside until the familiar sound of his peaceful breathing began to change and slow down. Was this the moment everyone has been dreading? I put my book down, got out of my chair and walked closer. I wasn’t alone because my aunts immediately were asking him if he was okay and comfortable enough and the mandatory things they’d say when he opened his eyes or got their attention. As he was breathing slower and slower my heart raced faster and faster, I squeezed his hand and I felt him still holding on. I looked into his eyes and tried to find a conscious mind behind the stare but there was none. My aunt called her sister and explained their dad wasn’t breathing the same “he’s breathing too slowly, he’s taking so long to breathe …he’s not breathing anymore”. I closed
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