I woke up and went to school just like what I did every day, except it wasn't an ordinary day. It was getting toward the end of the day and I was in 6th grade so that meant I had volleyball practice. My sister and I were both waiting in the library. My sister suddenly got a phone call and she looked very alarmed. I asked, "What's wrong?" She said, "That was mom. She said grandpa is in the hospital and he isn't doing too good. Mom said the doctors gave him three days to live." "Are we going to go up and see him?" I asked. She replied, "Yes, mom is on her way to pick us up and go there." When we got up to the hospital, all my aunts, uncles, and cousins were there. Everyone had flown back to be with my grandpa. That's when it really hit me …show more content…
I would go there after practice and stay there till it was time for bed. My Aunt Long would help me with my math homework and we would all order pizza to eat together. The doctor had said, “Vern has a very bad case of pneumonia. Usually people that have it this bad don’t usually make it. Vern has a 10% chance of surviving this, I’m so sorry.” That night was the ultimate test to see if he could make it through the night off the big oxygen machine. We all went in to say our goodbyes later that night. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done. My sister and I went up to hold his hand and a I said, "Bye Grandpa. I love you.". I couldn’t' say anything else. As I looked up and around the room, all I could see was sadness and tears in everyone’s eyes. My sister and I couldn't hold our tears in anymore, so we went back to my Dad and Mom. They held us and said, "It'll be okay." That night my grandpa was scared to fall asleep thinking he would never wake up. He wasn't ready to go. He eventually fell asleep and that night I prayed to God. I said, "God all I'm asking is that you give my grandpa strength to make it through the night. I'll do whatever, but please just make sure he will be
When they got to the hospital we were moving, my mom to a different room until she could come home; her one wish was that she wouldn’t die in a hospital. That night my aunt, sisters, and I left to go home ,so we could clean and get the house ready for my
I loved him. I love him as a friend. I loved him as family. I have accepted his death, and he has left this world. People always say that when you die you go to a “better place”, whatever this place is maybe someday I can see him. at that moment on the rock with the sun shining in my face I accepted my grandpa’s death. He won’t come back, but he will live on through the memories I have of him. I threw his ashes into the
In Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, he investigates the honor killing of his friend that occurred twenty seven years before in a small, riverside Colombian town in the 1950’s. The victim of an honor killing is Santiago Nasar, a man born in Colombia but of an Arabic heritage. In the town, Arabs and other races are often criticized and looked down upon by the native Colombian people. Gabriel Garcia Marquez critiques the culture of the town via the town’s collective racism and prejudices against those not a part of the “true” Colombian community.
“Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.”
In class today, we discussed the racial and social barrier that many of the characters were apart of in the novel, Chronicle of a Death Foretold. Marquez brought to light the struggle of class consciousness. He uses characters like Santiago Nasar and Bayardo San Roman as the upper class, but uses characters like Angela Vicario and her family as the lower working class. I believe Marquez was excellent at bringing to light the injustice faced by the lower class in the Colombian society. Angela Vicario's father was," a poor's man Goldsmith, and he'd lost his sight from doing so much fine work in gold in order to maintain the honor of the house" (30). This sounds like it should not be relevant to the story and is just the background of the
After a few minutes of me silently wondering what was wrong and why people wont tell me what's happening, we arrived at Mary Bridge Children's Hospital. I didn’t know what was going on, but I assumed something had happened to Noah. After all, he is my only sibling. Once we pulled up and parked at the hospital. We were silent walking into the hospital.
Me and my siblings were at home. Jewel and Chris is there name. Jewel and Chris were watching fairly odd parents and my father was at work. I was making breakfast for my siblings and my grandma was asleep.My grandma slept through everything and even my father thought she was dead. I was in the kitchen when I heard the phone.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
When asked about it he said from her torso to her head she was nothing but purple. A cold silence filled the air someone waiting for anyone else to speak up. Then after a while my Uncle Jim said “she’ll be fine.” It was that little bit of optimism, that keeps our massive family going. When something bad happens to us or around us; we will always think about the positives.
My mom and brother sat with me. “It will be okay.” my mom half smiling with tears in her eyes said in a soft spoken
It was the end of one of my performances for my senior musical. Me and my fellow cast mates were laughing and discussing things regarding the musical. In the middle of one of the conversations I was having, my phone started ringing. It was my mom so I answered and she was crying so hard that I could barely understand what she was saying.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez constructed his novella in such a way that he is not the author of the story that is being told. The narrator, the person who is writing a story, is a close friend of Santiago Nasar, one of the main characters of the novella. He carried out his own investigation and made his findings available to the reader in a prosaic form. So, the question is why Marquez decided to abstract himself and created a narrator instead of being a voice behind the curtain? Other questions relate to the narrator himself: why did he adopt such an unusual way of narration and why did he not hold the intrigue of Santiago’s fate, but told readers at the very beginning that he dies?
People walking by looked at us but we didn’t care. All I cared about was the well being of my grandpa. “Don’t ever forget I love you. This isn’t a good bye. This, this is a celebration.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.