The Time I Witnessed My Uncle Die.
(Memoir) P.S. None of the pictures are actually mine.
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.
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.