I sat in the waiting room of the musty-smelling hospital. The clock ticked on the wall slowly and quietly, but loud enough to be noticed. I hated hospitals, I always had. How the nurses with those thick latex gloves looked at you like they were going to kill you and the doctors, ugh, don't even get me started on them. My heart thudded in my chest as a pregnant woman sat down in the waiting room, reading a magazine, probabaly getting a monthly checkup.1
I interlocked my hands together as they sweated with fear. It was my grandfather, he had been sick, for a long while by that time, and we had no idea how much longer he was going to last. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer some months before. Now, my mother and I were waiting. Waiting for what, we had no idea, just waiting. After some time passed, a male doctor with curly grey hair entered the waiting room.2
" You may come in now." he mumbled.3
My mother and I stood up and followed the doctor, our minds racing. We passed long hallways that seemed never-ending and dark rooms that held dying people. Then, we stepped inside the small, enclosed room that held my grandfather.4
When I saw him, I thought I was going to faint. He looked so skinny, so pale, so fragile. He wasn't the same grandfather I had ever known him to be, he looked so different, so ill. I ran to him and gave him a quick hug and then sat down on one of the chairs next to his bedside.5
My mom kneeled down beside him and stroked his hand.6
" Dad, please, please." she cooed.7
My grandfather's eyes started to flutter. My mom squeezed his hand.8
She gave him a kiss on the cheek as he said his last words.9
" Mandy, my daughter, you have given me everything in the world. From the day you were born, I knew you would be very special to me. You have given me love and a family, now, you must take care of that family for me." 10
My grandfather gave me a quick glance. Tears spilled out of my eyes and I knelt down beside him too, giving him a last hug as the heart monitor went blank.11
At his funeral, I cried my eyes out, placing a rose on his casket. I will never forget him.12
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Comments
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Love that is all that i can say has this happened to you or some one you know? because that would be the only way to be able to write like this something.... so... touching you have made something that can be a traumatizing time so... real.
this has happened to me but my nanna pulled through but she is still sick and i cried my hart out and could not stop praying (i am a Christian)
so this has
made me cry
so as i said love that is what i am felling about this story.
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Was this for a contest or did this happen to you? If so... im sorry.
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good write.good luck in the contest.
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awwww,this was so flippin sad ,Im Crying,
this really hit home because my Grandfather has Prostate Cancer,and well it was well written as full of awesome description.
Good Luck in the Contest
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I do like this, more detail would of been great, but I didn't get watery or anything. Great job though
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How sad! Good description. My eyes were watery. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Very emotional! So sad! Felt real! Nice description of hospitals and nurses
Good luck in the contest!
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