I’ll never forget that phone call. It seemed as though everything in life had come to a complete stop. My mind couldn’t seem to grasp the idea my grandpa was actually dying. I felt as if my body was paralyzed. I just stood there with a blank look on my face. I had no reaction at first and wanted to deny it, I kept thinking it was all a mistake. Questions kept coming to me and I wanted answers, I wanted to know why he was dying. I kept saying to myself, this couldn’t be happening; he is only 62 he is too young to be dying. I sat in complete shock as tears flooded my face. The whole time I thought to myself, “I hope I can make.” All I wanted to do was see him one last time.
Trying to calm myself and put on a brave face, Ryan and I made our way to the car for our journey to the hospital. The car ride felt like hours. I kept asking Ryan, “What happened to him? Why is this happening?” Ryan did not have an answer for any of my questions. All he said was, “I do not know, the conversation I had with your mom was to short and that your mom had just gotten to the hospital.” None of this made any sense to me.
When we finally reached the front doors of the hospital, Ryan asked me, “Do you want me to come in with you?” The only thing I really wanted was to see my grandpa one last time. I told Ryan to leave and go back with his family. After Ryan left I sprinted into the hospital and only stopped at the front desk to see where my grandpa was located. I told the secretary at the desk his name; she looked at me confused and told me that he was not in the hospital records. That