Personal Narrative: How Thanksgiving Changed My Life
Once upon a time I lived a semi normal life. The last day I lived that life was Thanksgiving of 2002. The people that made up my semi normal life was Papa, Nannie, Mom, Aunt Jodi, and me. As you may of concluded it was Thanksgiving, but this one wasn’t like the rest. We were going to Chicago to my Aunt Jackie and Uncle John’s house to have Thanksgiving dinner. The thing is we would of had dinner at Nannie and Papa’s, but a little less than a year before Papa was diagnosed with lung cancer. Lung cancer is a horrible disgusting bad guy. Although Papa just couldn’t get over the fact he was not having this Thanksgiving in Rensselaer, Indiana. He was so stubborn. That day he didn’t take any of his medicine in the morning, vitamins in the afternoon,
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Although as we arrived she was already at the front door waving for us to come in. Aunt Jodi and I were so very excited, so we go to jump out of the car. Papa stops us and quietly whispers, “ I love you girls.” We say it back and continue to go see Aunt Jackie. Not imagining what was about to happen. When we got into the house I went to pet the dogs. All of a sudden Mom rushed in yelling for Uncle John. I had absolutely no clue what is going on. Then, Uncle John came in the house walking backwards. Come to find out in his hands were holding Papa’s hands, and his feet where in the hands of Mom. They laid him on the floor. At first we were all shocked. Aunt Jackie called 911. Mom tried to push on his stomach, tried to breathe in his mouth, and tried to make him sit up. Although he did none of those things. When the ambulance arrived Aunt Jodi and I had to go in the bathroom. I slowly began to realize Papa was gone. He was gone forever, and he was never coming back. Well I learned many things from that night, from that one experience. I realized that the unthinkable can happen in a matter of seconds. I learned death is unchangeable. I learned cancer is a demon. It can destroy a whole family like a bolder knocking down a building. Most of all, I realized that what happened that night was just life. Unfair, simple, beautiful, and cruel
Although as we arrived she was already at the front door waving for us to come in. Aunt Jodi and I were so very excited, so we go to jump out of the car. Papa stops us and quietly whispers, “ I love you girls.” We say it back and continue to go see Aunt Jackie. Not imagining what was about to happen. When we got into the house I went to pet the dogs. All of a sudden Mom rushed in yelling for Uncle John. I had absolutely no clue what is going on. Then, Uncle John came in the house walking backwards. Come to find out in his hands were holding Papa’s hands, and his feet where in the hands of Mom. They laid him on the floor. At first we were all shocked. Aunt Jackie called 911. Mom tried to push on his stomach, tried to breathe in his mouth, and tried to make him sit up. Although he did none of those things. When the ambulance arrived Aunt Jodi and I had to go in the bathroom. I slowly began to realize Papa was gone. He was gone forever, and he was never coming back. Well I learned many things from that night, from that one experience. I realized that the unthinkable can happen in a matter of seconds. I learned death is unchangeable. I learned cancer is a demon. It can destroy a whole family like a bolder knocking down a building. Most of all, I realized that what happened that night was just life. Unfair, simple, beautiful, and cruel