Personal Narrative: Death At A Nursing Home

Where there is life, there is always death. As well as happy times along with the sad. When I originally thought of a nursing home, I always thought it was a place old people that no longer could take of themselves went to die. Nursing homes however, are so much more than that. As I walked into Somerset Health and Rehab center on the 20th of September in Somerset Ohio, more than one feeling came over me. A feeling of being apprehensive, timidness and joyful, hit me like a truck. I was apprehensive and timid not only because I was completely out of my element but I had never been surrounded by so many elderly people at once. I did not want to bump into any of the old “feeble” people, nor did I really know how to act around them. Some of the elders sat around with grim,sad and disgusted looks on their faces also sparking which would be my timidness. On the other hand, a sense of joyfulness could not help but come across me either. After I made it

Someone you would say Charley looked into in particular for comfort. From that moment on, I was set that I would do anything they had wanted me to do to help them in such a difficult time. I was committed that I would be there every possible second I could be, and that's exactly what I had done. I went to see Dorris and Charley at-least every other day, watching Dorris's life fade, and Charley's heart break just a little more each day as time passed. In the wee hours on September 28th, of this year, about 1 o-clock in the morning I had received a horrid phone call. Charley's desperate, crackling voice called to tell me, “Mom just passed away honey”. I was hit with sadness as a tear rolled down my cheek the more I listened to Charley. I wanted to leave my house right then to go comfort Charley but with school coming so early in the morning I had to wait until later that