29 January 2014
My Christmas Nightmare
We never really think about death until tragedy happens and we're forced to face the
inevitable. We make plans for our future not realizing at any moment life can be taken
away. I never really thought much about it myself, I mean who wants to think about
something so saddening? That all changed when I was faced with the irrefutable veracity
of my uncle's passing.
I had been working the night shift at work as a certified nursing assistant ( CNA )
and going to school full-time during the day to receive my bachelor's degree in nursing.
The past six months had been really hectic, no time for enjoyment but most of all no
time for family. However, Christmas was three weeks away, schools would be closing
soon and I would be off work for the holidays. I was exultant, I would finally be
getting a much needed break and I would get to see family since we continuously spent
every major holiday together.
I woke up Saturday morning, a week before Christmas animated for the time I would
be spending with family. I showered, and feeling a bit hungry I decided to cook me an
agreeable breakfast. Pancakes, eggs and bacon it is, I thought to myself. I was standing
in the kitchen by the stove preparing my meal listening to Whitney Houston sing “ I
Will Always Love You” on the radio, scrutinizing my day. My plan was to do some last
minute Christmas shopping with my mom then pick my sister up, finally we were going
to dinner and a movie. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing sound of the phone,
assuming it was my boss calling to convince me to come in to work on my day off I
decided not to answer. I had finished cooking breakfast and was about to sit down at
the kitchen table to devour every bit when the phone rang for a second time. He,
(referring to my boss) must be out of his mind if thinks I’m coming in to work on my
day off, I thought to myself. I prolonged my meal refusing to let work get in the way
of my much needed relaxation. By the third ring I rumored to myself, it can't be the
boss calling because he doesn't have the house number only my cellphone number, I
reluctantly answered. I picked up the receiver and before I could say hello I could hear
my mom bawling hysterically, I instantly got a bad feeling in my gut that something
wasn't right. What happened? What's going on? I asked. Through sobs she finally told
me the horrific news. “Uncle Robert was hit by a drunk driver”, is he ok? I interrupted.
“No baby he didn't make it” My mom said. GOD NO! I screamed. I fell to my knees
unable to stand any further crying irrepressibly. This can't be happening Christmas is a
week away, Why Lord? Why? I know it's not right to question you but I have to know
why , I said talking to God. I lay paralyzed on the living room floor trying to come to
terms with what my mom had just told me. The realization that I would never see him
again hit my heart heavy. I thought about my baby cousin’s who would have to grow
up without a father, I thought about my aunt who would now have to raise the kids
alone, and I thought about how broken my mom must felt, he was her baby brother.
I come from a fairly large family and we loved each other dearly. As I still lay
paralyzed on the floor, old memories came rushing in my mind. I remember him buying
me my first car, I remember him always being there when I needed advice or needed
to talk, but the most memorable and funny moment I can remember is when my Uncle
Robert thought he hit the lottery. It was a little over two years ago, all the family was
down celebrating the family's reunion. My uncle Robert, my mom and some of my
aunts were in the living room watching the news when the announcement of the lottery
numbers came on, my uncle Robert never missed a beat on playing the lottery. The
voice on the television read the numbers 13, 22, 34, 28, the last number is 33, my
uncle Robert shouted with joy “ I WON! I WON!” My siblings and I came running in
the living room to see what was all the ruckus about, “I WON THE LOTTERY” My
uncle said. He gave my siblings and I $20.00 a peace, we were laughing hysterically.
“Whats so funny” He asked. When we told him that he was watching a recording from
two months ago everyone started laughing. Moments like these are the one's I’ll miss
the most. As I came back to reality I started to feel numb, some Christmas I thought.
We buried My uncle three days after Christmas which was one of the hardest things
my family every had to endure. His kids took it the hardest, seeing him laying there as
if he were asleep not understanding that he would never wake up again. The pastor gave
an amazing sermon that touched everybody that sat in the church, we all said our
goodbyes and everyone left the church sobbing.
Your life can take a drastic change at any moment so live it like it's your last. Never
take anyone for granted especially family. Losing my uncle in such a tragic way, right
before Christmas taught me to live life with a purpose, which I intend to do.