One Last Goodbye. Essay About Death of The Loved One

You never know when the last time you will ever speak to someone ever again. The day in life where something tragic will happen to someone and you don’t get the chance to say goodbye to them. There have been three of those days for me, but one of them has impacted me the most. The day that it happened was January 19, 2014. It was a Sunday night and the entire Adair family was at my house to celebrate my birthday, which was 5 days earlier. We ate cake and ice cream, watched me open all of my gifts I have received, and were sitting at the front of our seats watching the Seattle Seahawks and the San Francisco 49ers play in the NFC Championship game. 

“My thoughts are that the Seahawks will win” said my Uncle Krieg.

“No the 49ers are going to blow them out” my grandpa replied to him. 

“Honestly, the Broncos have a better chance with the Seahawks than the 49ers” said my dad. The Broncos had beat the New England Patriots earlier that day, so our family was already filled with excitement. So for me, I didn’t really care about who won because I thought the Broncos would beat whoever they would play. But they didn’t. As the night went on and the cake and ice cream was getting to them, my family members started to leave my house. 

“Alright, it's time to shower and go to bed,” said my mom after they had all left. I was so excited about the Broncos going to the Super Bowl that I took a quick shower and started to go to bed as soon as I could. At about 10:45, as my family and I were getting settled down in our beds, my mom gets an unexpected phone call. She answers the call, and no longer than 10 seconds, the look of sadness appears on her face. 

“Who called you mom?” I had asked her. 

“It was your Uncle Danny” she replied while choking on her words. At this point I knew something bad has happened. 

“What’s wrong?” my dad asked.

“He said that we need to leave to Springville right now” she replied. Over the past couple months my Grandma Thompson was in the hospital because she had got really sick. She was getting better everyday. My mom had told us that something in her body did something bad that evening and there was alot of blood clots spread around. We started to pack a few things as fast as we could so we could leave. While we were driving, I couldn’t fall asleep, thinking about the situation my grandma was in. 

“Try to get some rest buddy” my dad said to me while driving. 

“Ok I will try” I replied. As I laid my head against the wall of my truck, I closed my eyes and still couldn’t stop thinking about my grandma. As we arrived at the hospital at 3:30 that next morning, my uncles were there waiting for us. They took my parents into the emergency room while my siblings and I sat in the waiting room. After about a half and hour, my dad comes back out of the ER and into the waiting room.

“I’m going to take you guys over to Grandpa’s house so you can go to sleep” he said. As we were driving down the freeway, my dad gets a text from my mom. The text said that my grandma was going to pass. My dad and my older sister Ashley started to tear up. I sat in the back seat with confusion. At a young age, I didn’t know what that meant. I thought she was meaning that it was like a test they were doing in her body and she was going to pass it. When I went to sleep on my grandpas couch, I waiting for the morning to come with some good news. At 7:30 AM, January 20th,my parents arrived at my grandparents' house. I ran into the kitchen to greet them, only to see the sadness in their faces. 

‘What could of happened’ I was thinking. As my parents entered the house completely, they broke the news to my siblings and I. 

“Your Grandma Thompson passed away this morning,” they said with great sadness. Their news hit me hard. I fell to my knees and started to cry. My parents came to me and hugged me tight. After this moment, I understood what they had been saying before meant now. At that moment, I began to realize that I haven’t talked to her in about 2 months. As I began to cry some more, another thought pooped in my mind. I never got the chance to say goodbye to my grandma. From that moment to today’s time, that thought always pops in my mind with a few questions that come with it. Would I have been less sad if I got the chance to say goodbye? What would have happened if I did say goodbye? The only answer to those questions is I don’t know. From that day on, I knew that I had to get the chance to talk to people more. I grew from a shy quiet kid to a people’s person after that moment. If I wouldn’t have grown from that experience, I wouldn’t have had the chance to talk to people and say goodbye to them. There is no worse feeling than not getting to say goodbye to someone, especially when that someone is a beloved family member. This was my story on how I grew from a child.