Cancer Stricken
Jordan Kirkpatrick
Final Goodbye
Chhhhhh went the giant oxygen dispensing machine beside my cancer stricken uncle’s bed. He laid there, frail, looking as light as a fallen feather from a highly soaring eagle. I felt terrible as I stood there and watch my uncle dying, in foot in the grave. I felt even more pain when he tried to raise his hand and he couldn’t summon enough strength to even get it off his bed. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told my uncle I’ll return and walked down a narrow hallway that seemed to last forever and asked my dad can we leave. “In a minute…” he replied “let’s say bye.” We said our goodbyes and kissed my uncle, not knowing that would be the last time we would do either.
At the Funeral
The Funeral
We were at the funeral, I walked in head held high trying to be strong, telling myself I wasn’t going to cry and I didn’t, for the first 45 minutes. The first 30 minutes people were viewing my uncle’s body. He looked so peaceful, like he was never ill, it looked like he was napping, but it was a nap he would never wake up from, ever.
Tears of sorrow
Me, my brother, mom, and dad sat in a row by ourselves. The preacher began and as he went on I realized something. I would never see this man again. I began to cry, my dad held me and cried with me. I think he came to the realization that his brother, my uncle was gone, forever.
Never gave up
I had a lot of mixed emotions about my uncle’s death. I was mad at the fact that my uncle was taken from me, yet happy because he is in a better place and he is no longer in pain. So I guess in a way, his death was a good thing. God saw that it was better for him to be dead and feeling no pain than alive and rotting. That’s why I never gave up on my faith, because god works in mysterious ways.