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.

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