Dont No Essay

753 WordsOct 24, 20094 Pages
All of my life, until I was fifteen years old, I had a misunderstanding of true sorrow and pure love. These feelings were something I had not experienced or witnessed before. For that reason I had no right to understand them. My misunderstanding changed the day Roy was hurt. I had known Roy all of my life. We went to the same church, but he was more than just a person you would just say hey to one day a week. He and his wife Joyce were two of our family's greatest friends. They would come to our house, and we would go to theirs. We would have Thanksgiving together and exchange gifts at Christmastime. He was like a second father to me. I remember one time he took me fishing. It was the first time I had ever been. He sat there patiently in the boat while I tried, without much luck, to learn how to cast. Roy was like that. He was always relaxed and carefree. We didn't catch anything, but it gave me a good memory. It was a Friday when Roy got hurt. I had just got off the school bus and had gone into the house when we received the call. My mom answered it; she said "OK" a couple of times and then hung up. She looked at me and somehow I could sense that something was wrong. "That was your Grandma. Roy's been hurt in a farming accident. He's been taken to the ER. The doctors think he's broken his neck, and don't know if he'll last the night." I couldn't convince myself to believe it. I kept saying in my mind, "She's wrong. There's no way that could've happened to Roy." But by the time, I had gotten to the hospital and stepped into the ICU room, I was brought back to reality: a reality where death was the only future. Roy died the next day. I had gone home for the night, and while I was sleeping, Roy was seizing. His blood pressure was low, and his temperature high. The doctors gave him all kinds of drugs, but nothing seemed to relinquish his violent seizure. As the

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