The Time I Witnessed My Uncle Die.

(Memoir) P.S. None of the pictures are actually mine.

Exposition

You're left standing there in shock, tears streaming down your face, you can't walk, you can't talk. Your whole world just took a crashing. And all you can do is ask yourself why?! why did it have to be me?! My uncle’s name was John Kelly, during the last few years of his life he had to take off from work because he was very severely sick. One day in 4th grade I came home from school to 3 police cars and 2 ambulance cars, their sirens sounding like nails on a chalkboard as I walk through the door of a winter cold house. “Get out of the way!” My dad yells as the bright green and yellow gurney slides out of the door beside me like a deer learning how to walk.

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Rising Action


5 minutes later My phone goes off. Ring. Ring. Ring. It keeps ringing till I finally reach it, It’s my dad, I can hear the hurt in his voice as he barely can bring himself to say it, “Well, it turns out his liver is failing, he doesn't have much longer to live.”, He says choking on the words as they slip out. We sit there, in silence for about 2 minutes on the phone as the tears collect in our eyes. “Oh my gosh, I feel so bad for him. Is he gonna be okay?” I ask. “Not this time sweety, but he is in I.C.U. I am so sorry.” He says as I hang up the phone.
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Rising Action

A couple weeks go by as the family suffers and wonder whats going to happen next. Then all of the sudden there was a knock at the door. “Hello?? Is anyone here?” A voice says from behind the door. I open the door, then in comes the bed straight into our computer room. My uncle was now in a hospice bed. He tried and tried his best to walk on his own. Everyday he would get up, and fall straight to the ground. I felt so bad because I was never strong enough to help him up. Everytime he fell to the ground it gave me a lump in my throat.
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Climax

I just wanted to cry. “Dadd!! Come help hurry!” I scream down the hall. Out of the room comes my dad racing to the rescue as he was a race car and had to be the first one to the finish line. “I’m coming! I’m coming!!” Dad yells back at me. My dad puts him back in the bed, and asks what he needs. “Can you go make me a sandwich please?” My uncle asked. “Coming right up.” My dad says as if he is some kind of waiter or something.
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Falling Action

June 10th, 2012, My uncle started to get even worse than he already was. His skin was turning lighter and lighter as the days went on. But it was the day, that day, June 10th, 2012. He started to feel like he couldn’t move any more. Becoming even more week minute by minute. “John, please come in here and help me!” Uncle John exclaimed. “What can I help you with?” Asked dad. “I can’t get comfortable but I can move, please flip me over to my back so I can be comfortable again.” Uncle John says as my dad puts his enormous hands under his stomach and struggles to flip him over. “There you go, are you comfortable now?” Dad questioned. “No I just can't seem to get comfortable. But thanks anyways.” Uncle John said.
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Resolution

A couple hours go by, everything was normal. We were cracking jokes, laughing, singing and smiling. Even though it was hard all of us pushed away the pain in fear that they would spend to much time dwelling over how little time my Uncle had instead of making it last. We sit there watching Spongebob as the times flies, all the sudden the room gets as silent as a funeral, maybe even quieter. I look over and Uncle John is lying there not breathing. I scream, “NOO PLEASE NOT YET!!” “What, what happened?” Dad asked.”I don’t know, I looked over and he wasn’t breathing anymore.” “Go call the ambulance now!” My dad says trying and trying to wake him back up. “911, what is your emergency?” A voice comes through the telephone. I can barely get the words out of my mouth. “Umm, My Uncle.. Yeah he isn’t breathing” “And what is your address?” The kind lady on the other side of the phone says. I am caught standing there, I can't move and I can't talk. I couldn’t believe I had just watched my uncles eyes roll to the back of his head as his skin turns pale. “Hello?? Are you still there?” The phone repeats. Finally dad took the phone out of my hand and gives them the address. Next thing I know I am being pushed out of the way as the paramedics rush through the door. I am still standing there, then a hand touches my shoulder and a soft voice says, “I am sorry but there is nothing we can do.” And that’s when it him me, the tears started falling down my face as I realize, he’s gone. He is really gone.
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