sometimes we do not understand, and take our lives for granted. One year ago, I
regret not being in the hospital and because I was working that day, my life had changed
forever.
The last thing my Grandfather said to me that really stuck in my mind was,
"Finish college that way you can find a good job and make lots of money." I being the
"Perfect grandson," I reassured him that I would finish college and get a good job. Of
course in my mind I was really thinking, "what would my life be like if I just continued
working and not have the right education? " On Monday, December 17th, 2001, became
the saddest day of my life. It all began on a Friday. There was a NBA Basketball game
that night, so after work, I went to my grandparents house to go watch it. My grandfather
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was sitting on the couch in pain, when I arrived, his stomach had been hurting
him all day. My first thought was, "Maybe he has a stomach ache," I said. My
grandmother could only suggest to take him to the hospital, so my family took my
grandfather to the hospital.
It was Saturday night and I had just gotten off work, my dad called me on my cell
phone just shortly after and said, "Go visit grandpa ." A few minutes later my cousin
Christina calls me saying, "Come pick me up, I'm at the hospital." Because her and my
other cousins were at the hospital visiting my grandfather and wanted to watch a movie
after I got off work. So I drove to the hospital to pick my cousins up, I was about to park
and go in, but my cousins were already outside waiting. After the movie, at 12:00 AM, I
dropped my cousins home and thought to my self, "It's late and my grandpa is probably
sleeping." So I proceeded home.
The following day I received word from my mom that my grandfather wasn't
doing to good, she told me with a sad voice, "Your grandpa is not doing to well." So my
mom, brother, and myself got ready and rushed to the hospital as quickly as we could. In
my mind I was thinking, " I hope he is going to pull through, " Just praying as we were
driving down the highway with tears rolling down my eyes. My mom was telling my
brother and I, "He is going to be ok," As she tried to comfort us through this difficult time. As
we approached the hospital we got out and rushed to his room, there standing in the hall
way was my entire family. I went in the room and sitting in the chair crying was my
grandmother holding my grandfathers hand as he laid there on the bed with his eyes
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closed still breathing. I approached my grandpa and told him, "I love you grandpa and
thank you for being there for me when I needed you." Those were my last words I said to
him as I kissed him on his head.
I had made a promise to my grandfather that I would finish college and to this day I
am fulfilling that promise and hopefully when I graduate, I will find a better job. I'm
glad I had the opportunity to spend time with him while he was still on this earth to tell
me, "You can do this." And that is why he is the authentic voice I hear.
References
Houghton Mifflin Company. (1991) The American Heritage Dictionary. New York
Hope. p. 622, Dream. p. 424.
