“We have news”
My mum replied
“Yes go on..”
“I’m afraid its not good, he has a fractured skull and we have found a brain haemorrhage, he is on a life support machine, I’m afraid its not looking good.”
My father shouted in an belligerent voice
“Your being serious, no way. This is not possible.”
With my dad being an Anaesthetist he knows this is really bad news. I think everybody did inside. With my heart telling me he will pull through, my mind is telling me he is going to die. We were allowed to visit him one by one. It was horrible. Indescribable. It was my turn to visit him, I walked in and I could see wires strapped everywhere. I walked up and took a seat next to him. I was crying, tears pouring. I got up and kissed him on the forehead, and said “ I love you granddad, Please don’t die on me, not now.”
I started to hit myself viciously in the leg. All I could think was, only if, only if. Only if he would of come to mine. He wouldn’t have been here. I give him a few more words.
“Granddad, we all love you so much you know. You’re the best granddad I could ever of asked for. Right no I would be asking for a miracle for you to stay alive, I have got to face reality. See you soon granddad, I love you.”
I left the room, my mum ran up to me and started to comfort me, hugging me. Telling me everything is going to be all right. I replied
“Mum stop telling me every thing is going to be all right, because its not. He’s dieing lets face it.”
My mum didn’t reply.
As time progressed, everybody had their last visit. We were all sat down grasping are cups of coffee. The Doctor came through. He had nothing but desperation and scare dome on his face. We all starred at him,
“I’m afraid its bad news, he hasn’t pulled through. He was very strong, it would have been a miracle for him to recover, I’m sorry.”
It was the worst time of my life. Alls I could do is cry. I felt sick, I felt absolutely repulsive.
The night went so slow. It was so bad I cant even put it into words. I wanted to kill myself. Me and my granddad were so close, like father and son. He was so jolly, I saw him everyday in the morning, at night. How would I be able to cope? I fell asleep; I woke up and looked out of the window. It was thundering and lightning. The weather matched my feelings, atrocious. My feeling for him were so strong. I loved him with all my heart. I will never forget you.
Jamie Halsall
