Gabrielle Watkins Mrs. Hall ENG 03 21 October 2008 The Long Road Home At the tender age of 15 years old I experienced the most traumatizing lossin my life. I lost my best friend to kidney failure on set by small-cell lung cancer. My entire life I was a Papa’s girl. Everything he or I did the other was there. I never thought that going to subway after school, marching band events, and riding around town were important until I lost the one thing that made it special, Papa. As I entered the doors of the Intensive Care Unit at the hospital my eyes filled with tears. I saw my best friend lying in a hospital bed with anoxygen mask on his face. It was unbearable; I then turned and stepped back into the hallways so that he would not see my tears. After I gained my composure I returned to comfort him and find out what is diagnosis was. The doctors were not sure yet but we all knew it was cancer. Finally on December 21, 2004 the doctor came in the room and told my mother, sister, and myself that my grandfather’s expected lifespan from that moment could range from one to six months. That gave us a brief ray of hope for his future but, that was soon killed immediately after the doctor left the room. Lauren and I stood beside his bed and tried to talk to him and give him some comfort. I looked up at his monitor and noticed that his blood pressure and heart rate were slowly declining. I then yelled for the nurse to come and check his machine and chest pads to make sure everything was okay but I never moved. As she inspected the machine I alternated my focus between Papa and that horrible machine. The room grew cold and I knew that it was that time I held his hand as tight as I could and I felt his squeeze back as he took his last and final natural breath. Life since still is not the same. I currently live in his home, drive his car, and remanice about the way things were when he was here but I will never have a friend as dear as my Papa was to me.