My Most Frightening Day
My Most Frightening Day Most people don’t have any idea when their most frightening day will be, it could have been when they were young or maybe it has not quite happened yet. I did not have the luxury of surprise although I also didn’t exactly have a day marked on my calendar. I knew my most frightening day would come when a doctor called my house and informed my family that my great grandpa Papahualo had two weeks to live, and my dad informed me that we were going to fly out there to be with him. He was like a father to my dad and he traveled with us most everywhere we went and now, we were going to be with him before his greatest journey yet. I had been planning to go to New York during winter break; I was hoping to spend time with Papahualo as I went around sight-seeing and getting to know the city. This was not the trip I had planned at all. It wasn’t during winter break, it was two weeks before classes would begin for me, and this was not how I wanted to see him. The last time I had seen Papahualo was one year before when he was strong as a horse and could still pick me up when he gave an extra strong hug. We bought the tickets two days in advance and everything happened so fast that it almost seemed like a dream. Papahualo was one of the healthiest, strongest people I knew. He was not the frail old man the doctor described over phone with his organs slowly shutting down. On the plane everything felt normal, like any other trip, I am used to traveling, but never like this. Even though the flight was short it felt like a nerve racking eternity of uncertainty, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. I was sure I would break down sometime on the plane, if not then maybe once we got there and everything stopped feeling like a dream and became real but that moment never came. We went almost immediately to the hospital and although I ran scenario after scenario in my mind of what it would be like, I had no idea what to expect. My Papahualo’s lungs were filled with