Appreciating The Presence: Personal Narrative Analysis
Appreciating The Presence Regret is an emotion that nobody would like to feel. This experience happened to me when my aunt came across unexpected circumstances. It is always our family members whom we tend to least worry about concerning their lives. In the future, unexpected events can alter the way we reflect upon the past. In, life you have to appreciate those who matter to you, before you lose them. I came across the realization to appreciate those that matter to me, when my aunt was hospitalized. One sunny summer day in 2013, my family and I had just celebrated my baby cousins first birthday. Her arrival was a very big deal to all of us, one she was the first girl to be born in the family compared to all boy, and anther because she was born on July four. Exactly, a week later my aunt came over mentioning some pains in her abdomen. Initially, we thought it
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My mom informed us that my aunt’s kidney stones had been removed, but she had gone into a comatose like state. My aunt had apparently had a negative reaction to receiving the morphine resulting in her comatose state. At that moment I knew every member of my family was devastated knowing she would be in a comatose state for an unspecified period of time. It was now late at night and we went to bed. My cousins and I could not sleep that night the current days’ events felt so surreal. The following day we all took a trip to the hospital to visit my aunt. As we arrived at the hospital, I felt a child run down my spine. The air was cold in there, a deafening silence in the hallway as we continued further in to locate my aunt’s room. Hospitals in my mind are either a safe and happy place filled with doctors or a place of death looming around the corner. Once we reached my aunt’s room, only a few of us at a time could visit her. The doctor informed us that too many visitors at once would reduce the oxygen concentration within the
My mom informed us that my aunt’s kidney stones had been removed, but she had gone into a comatose like state. My aunt had apparently had a negative reaction to receiving the morphine resulting in her comatose state. At that moment I knew every member of my family was devastated knowing she would be in a comatose state for an unspecified period of time. It was now late at night and we went to bed. My cousins and I could not sleep that night the current days’ events felt so surreal. The following day we all took a trip to the hospital to visit my aunt. As we arrived at the hospital, I felt a child run down my spine. The air was cold in there, a deafening silence in the hallway as we continued further in to locate my aunt’s room. Hospitals in my mind are either a safe and happy place filled with doctors or a place of death looming around the corner. Once we reached my aunt’s room, only a few of us at a time could visit her. The doctor informed us that too many visitors at once would reduce the oxygen concentration within the