A Wake Up Call/ Personal Experience Essay

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A Wakeup Call
Death! It’s a natural part of life and we all must experience it someday, and we never expect it to happen to us or the ones we love the most. Death is like a thief in the night, it creeps up on us when we least expect it. Recently, three months ago on May 22nd I lost my favorite aunt Sandra Teresa Jackson. My second mom. She was the lady that I thought I would have forever, the lady that always made me feel loved when I didn’t, the lady with the biggest and brightest smile ever, the smile that pops up in my head even as I write. It was a tragedy in my life that I will never forget. Losing someone so valuable to you can bring out a burst of feelings and emotions you never knew you had, the feeling of extreme hurt, sadness, and emptiness, but with every loss comes a lesson. Early this year around February my aunt went into the hospital, and when she got there they ran a lot of test on her. The doctor had determined her heart was bad and she would need surgery. A week later she had her surgery and came out fine, everything was going to be okay, so we thought. Days went by and she was still in the hospital and she slipped into a coma. So many thoughts racing through my mind, is she going to make it, God please let her pull through, and I pray she is okay. The thought that was craved in my mind was that she was going to die reflecting from when I was young and I lost my other aunt to cancer after she slipped into a coma. I prayed that this was not the case. One night after bible study my mom and dad decided they wanted to go visit her, but I didn’t want to “I don’t want to see her like that” I said, still reflecting back to the memories from my past experience. They were still determined to go whether I wanted to or not. We arrived at UMC Hospital and 10p.m., as we walked our way to the elevator and proceeded to the third floor I begin to feel chills run through my body. As they went in my dad pointed and said “There is the waiting room you can sit...
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