Then another one was sent, Your mom and sister are
heading to the hospital, Grammy is there and shes not doing so well.
Confused at how sudden everything was happening, I told AJ that I had to go even
though I had just gotten my plate and sat down to eat dinner with his family.
My dad just texted me and said that my grandma is in the hospital and isnt doing good,
I replied.
Well all be praying for you and your family, let us know when you find anything out,
As I was driving home to get my dad all I could think about was how good my day had
been going. It was the first time that I had met his family and gone to church with them. Dad told
me to pull up in the emergency room parking lot and we walked in. Emergency room? I thought
Visiting or need admitted? asked the lady at the front desk who didnt even look up
Visiting, were here to see Claudia Rapp please, responded my dad. The lady looked up
from her screen apologetically and the man beside her stood up and motioned for us to follow.
What did that look mean? How does this guy know where to go without looking at anything to
give him a room number when there are so many ER patients? These questions ran through my
head as he used his ID to get us through the sets of doors leading back to the patients.
Why dont you sit down, Taylor? said dad. My uncles girlfriend looked up with
painful eyes and thats when I knew what they were going to say, but I didnt believe it. Denial:
the first stage of grief. My grandpa saw how I was reacting and told me to follow him; he told
me that I may resent him for this, but that it had to be done and pulled back a curtain. There she
lay, motionless, pale, and cold. I couldnt breathe, I dropped to the floor. Is this it? Is she really
gone? This cannot be real, she was perfectly fine last Sunday when I saw her. I dont understand.
My dad pulls me to my feet and holds me close. I am taken back to the small room where
everyone was crying. I sit down and curl up into a ball trying to convince myself that this is
actually happening.
What even happened? I choked, she was perfectly fine a week ago, now this?
We dont know, she was talking to me when we pulled in and when they came out to
check her pulse she had coded, they intubated her and tried to resuscitate and got nothing, but
weve decided to get an autopsy done to figure out what happened since it was so sudden and
I went into the hallway and called my best friend, silently sobbing and trying to tell her
what happened, just calm down for a second and breathe, Taylor, she said.
Its just hard because we always go to their house after church every Sunday and this
was the first time I went to AJs church and didnt go to her house afterwards. If I did then I
wouldve been there for her, I just feel so guilty, I replied, crying harder now.
Itll always be hard; people say it gets easier over time, but really you just forget how to
feel. You cant focus on missed opportunities and the bad times, think about the good times and
all the memories you made with her, she said with hopes that I would find some comfort in her
words.
We talked a bit more and then I told her that I should go because there was school in the
morning and by this time it was nearing 12:30 AM. I end the call and go back to where they have
my grandma. I sit down by her bed and talk to her. She doesnt even look like she did when I last
saw her and all of the wires and tubes surrounding her did not help ease my pain. They have her
tucked into the white blankets and her hair is brushed back; the tube that once helped her breathe
is still down her throat, but is unplugged and no longer giving her life. I plead for her to come
back, just one breath, to choke on the tube so they know shes still here and breathing,
something-anything. I know it would take an absolute miracle for any of that to happen so I just
lay my head on her bed and hold myself in a ball, not knowing if the pain would ever subside.
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