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When a loved one dies, it’s hard to comprehend the truth of the matter. Many people think of the news as a nightmare that will be resolved quickly when awoken. Others may question why and wonder if different actions were made earlier in the day, then their loved one would still be there with them. But no matter how someone takes this kind of knowledge, a piece of their hearts had left their heart and soul. I physically felt like God was ripping pieces out of my body today. I completely lost control of my body and started to jerk and shake around. It was as if he was pulling on heart and I was resisting as much as possible. I didn’t want to believe the truth. My second sister had died, the being that had held a huge chunk of my heart for almost 7 years. She died way too young. Eight is not old enough. Eight is only 56, younger than our daddy.
It’s one thing to have a loved one that has died, it’s another thing to see the loved one actually dead. And I don’t mean laying in a casket, but laying in their bed with a sheet covering the majority of their body so their family doesn’t see their father’s body breaking down or walking into your house with your daddy in tears and seeing your dog laying down on your kitchen floor, motionless.
Last night was the first time I saw a person die. It was only two weeks ago that this wonderful father/grandfather/brother/friend was sitting in his wheelchair, drinking his daily beer. He had drastically changed in only three days. And to see a person actually start to lose oxygen flow throughout their body is indescribable. Last night I thought that I had witnessed one of the most difficult things imaginable. I was wrong.
What makes today so hard is I didn’t even get to see her before my mom and I left for the doctors. I didn’t say goodbye to her because of my vanity. I didn’t want to get dog hair on my newly painted nails. So this morning, the first time I saw Lady all day was after God had taken her from us.
I don’t know if I want to go back to school early right now. I feel my parents need me more than anything right now. After I’m gone, they only have each other. No Lady to help my parents get along when they’re missing me. Some may think I’m being drastic, but this sheltie was a part of our family.
May He take you in his arms Lady Baby.
It’s one thing to have a loved one that has died, it’s another thing to see the loved one actually dead. And I don’t mean laying in a casket, but laying in their bed with a sheet covering the majority of their body so their family doesn’t see their father’s body breaking down or walking into your house with your daddy in tears and seeing your dog laying down on your kitchen floor, motionless.
Last night was the first time I saw a person die. It was only two weeks ago that this wonderful father/grandfather/brother/friend was sitting in his wheelchair, drinking his daily beer. He had drastically changed in only three days. And to see a person actually start to lose oxygen flow throughout their body is indescribable. Last night I thought that I had witnessed one of the most difficult things imaginable. I was wrong.
What makes today so hard is I didn’t even get to see her before my mom and I left for the doctors. I didn’t say goodbye to her because of my vanity. I didn’t want to get dog hair on my newly painted nails. So this morning, the first time I saw Lady all day was after God had taken her from us.
I don’t know if I want to go back to school early right now. I feel my parents need me more than anything right now. After I’m gone, they only have each other. No Lady to help my parents get along when they’re missing me. Some may think I’m being drastic, but this sheltie was a part of our family.
May He take you in his arms Lady Baby.