Carlos Castaeda
Professor. Sterling
ENGL 1301
September 13, 2016
A Loved One
The art of death has never been admired but has been a methodical instrument to
circumvent the lives of people with a dear attachment to a particular individual. The absence of a
particular person becomes a detrimental experience to the family members and the
acquaintances, he, or she may have created periodically in the traverses of the being's existence.
A person out of the estimated 7 billion residents of the Earth. How could it have an infliction on
an or any individual's life, or in any way alter the dynamics of relationships that were dead and
gone? A decision impossible to decide.
The day was April 28 a Sunday to be exact, where it became imprinted in my heart for
the rest of my family and my life. The beach was our destination as it occurred to my mother the
morning of that bright day with beautiful skies. A common day that can be observed and just not
acknowledged thinking this will be a great day. A great day it was becoming, resting, viewing,
and simple relieving your mind of all problems and situations or circumstances that were
plaguing life.
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The sun crept over the horizon as it was eminent to believe it will be getting late soon,
but a ring interrupted the serenity of the beach. The thoughts erupting, the feelings bleeding, the
brain spewing contentious scenarios, none of which may be accurate. The sorrow fell and I found
myself in the harshest predicament in my life, which had arisen without currently explicable
reason. The family surrounds the bed encompassing the space of the person lying lifeless. The
medical machinery being the only channel, of which this individual's life remain substantial
enough to be addressed as a live human being. The question that deteriorates the hearts of my
family members to allow for this man to continue in such a way that he will not any longer be
independent or self-reliant or that in this particular circumstance to allow for the soul of this man
to rest. The decision conflicted the core of every person in that simple room with a beautiful
painting of a beach, clear skies, and beautiful blue water.
The heart is a selfish and narcissistic with its decisions and choices that it takes pertaining
to how it will inflict its life. Blank stares revolving among the family; The predicament did not
have the correct answer, but morals and values began to arise in the thoughts of these people.
The fate of a human being had to be contested by others, without the input of his desire for the
decision that was approaching and had to be made. The decision was eminent and had to be
taken promptly if they wanted to be able to have options rather than an option for this individual.
They debated and addressed what each individual themselves had to evaluate and persuade was
the best for the man and his family. Doctors in the room persisted to get an answer immediately
and they were still without one conclusion, but people opposing sides. The wife of the man stood
up and responded to the doctors, and looked at her family and said: "It is what he would have
wanted."
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What is right? What is wrong? This circumstance did not require a correct answer but a
decision that was difficult to decide upon to determine the fate of a human being. The decision
was one where the person that passed away would have taken for himself, but the family did not
want to occur ever, as expected with loved ones. The man my grandfather and although
impossible to decide on; The decision was made, and the family now has a person over their
shoulder walking alongside them every step of life.