Aug 04, 2006 23:50
The media makes a big production about death and romanticizes it. Most of us realize that it isn't so sugarcoated in reality, but I wonder just to what extent people realize this.
My grandmother died today, and I was there to witness it. I saw her during her last few hours, unconscious and struggling hard to breathe. The blood in her throat making a horrible sound mimicking drowning that I was later told is known as the "death rattle." Then the breathing got quiet, and a little less frequent. With my eyes on her now, I saw her last breath. I saw the color fade from her face, and the gurgling stop. Blood dribbled out of her open mouth and there was nothing but silence followed by my mother crying.
It was the first time I've actually seen a person die. No final words of wisdom. No kodak moments. Just ugly, unforgiving suffering followed by a strange silence.
There's nothing romantic about the way a person dies. All you can hope for is to die quickly so you don't suffer and alone so your friends and loved ones don't suffer.
Don't offer your condolences for my loss. I don't deal well with that sort of offered comfort. Rather, I just wanted to write out my thoughts about death. I'm not so sure I did it justice, but I did what I could. Thank you.