I understand that people will eventually die whether it’s from a natural cause, an illness or even an accident, but none of those make it easy or okay. August of 2014 was one of the hardest months of my life maybe one week before I had to start my senior year of high school I had to make an appearance at two funerals; I was just lucky they weren’t on the same day. Although I wasn’t too close with my uncle he was still family and it wasn’t easy on anyone. My cousin on the other hand, he was only eighteen, I shared my childhood with him and so his funeral was almost impossible for me and my family to go through.
On August 9, 2014 my uncle Abe died of a heart attack. I don’t mean to sound uncaring but his death was sort of expected considering he had been sick for a very long time and a couple days before his death as his daughter was going through her normal routine as being his care giver, he stopped breathing and she preformed mouth to mouth and CPR but a person who had gone that long without breathing on their own they are most likely to become brain dead. It was up to his living will that he did not want any machines keeping him alive so the day his family was going to “pull the plug” they decided not to, going against his living will, but later that evening he had a heart attack. By that time my family and I found out we were already home from Pueblo and were already planning to go pay our respects to my auntie Jane and all her children the next day.
August 10, 2014 it was 7 in the morning when my grandma came into my room to wake me up and told me that her and my grandpa need to tell my sister and I something very important but she had forgotten that my sister was staying the night at a friends’ house.
I get up and walk across the hall to my grandparents’ room where my grandpa was still laying in bed and my grandma was on her phone trying to get a hold of my sister, I lay on the bed next to my grandpa.
“Kaylee, I need to tell you something,” I...