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PENN FOSTER
WRITTEN COMMUNICATION: PERSONAL NARRATIVE ESSAY

The Hospital

I never realized how much I could lose until I stood in a hospital room with my dad lying in the bed. I can recall to the years prior, where I would sit and ponder about loss. Most people think they can predict the worst moments in their life. Even I thought so for a while, but I don’t think I could have ever predicted this.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I went to bed at three in the morning, but I was quickly woken up two hours later by my grandmother slamming open the front door to my house. The sound made my eyes fly open and I could feel how hard my heart was pounding. She slung my bedroom door open and flipped the switch. Her loud voice echoed in my ears, “Get up! I’m taking you to the hospital!” I scrambled to find my shoes. I wasn’t worried about anything but getting to the hospital. I wanted to maintain my composure, but I knew he was dying.

When I got to the hospital, I saw my dad laying on hospital bed. It was hard to see him unconscious with tubes poking out of him, but I had to be strong. This was the last time I was ever going to see him alive. My thoughts ran as I stood in the room. I saw the way my brother was crying, my mother was trying to comfort him, and the hospital staff was trying to comfort us with food and drinks. I thought maybe I would’ve been better off just laying in bed at this time and getting the news as a text messages, but I don’t think this would’ve been easier either way.

I went to the entrance of the hospital to show one of my family members where my dad’s room was. When I walked back up, I saw a crowd of nurses and doctors trying to resuscitate him. A couple of them were shouting commands while a woman pumped his chest. My family was taken into a waiting room because my dad coded. One of the nurses took me and my family member to a room where my mom and brother were. I don’t think that I could have ever prepared myself for witnessing that.

After what seemed like hours, a nurse directed us to the room where my dad was. The monitors were off, the tubes were gone, and so was he. I expected it and all I could do was stare at him. I felt heartless, because my brother was uncontrollably sobbing and screaming. Only if I knew what life would be like after losing him.