narrative story of my life
It was a while ago when I was around 10 years. One evening, my grandfather visited my home and immediately he opened the main gate, he fell portrait on the ground. My mother realized that he was suffering from a very high fever, shortness of breath, and with the aid of my parents, they rested him on the visitor’s bed. At the moment, I would hold up my tears as I saw how my grandfather struggled to take in a puff of oxygen. “Why is grandfather breathing so slowly?”, I continuously asked my emotional mum. She too was shocked by the progress of the sick grandfather who had just paid a visit happily.
Shortly, my mother called our family physician in shock. By the time doctor arrived, he had already run out of breath. In awe, the doctor gave his condolences, as we wiped off our tears to hear he is no more. We were all shocked, and could not believe what had happened in that short time. The cries that followed were enough to call all our neighbors to the homestead. After about five minutes, our home compound was flooded by so many people who made me get a deep insight into how eternal the death of my beloved grandfather was. The plans to evacuate him from our compound started in a messy environment. Luckily, they managed to reach out to the hospital ambulance which came shortly and picked up my emotionless grandfather to the mortuary.
At the moment, my mother looked stunned into my father’s eyes with a lot of answerless questions. “How would you leave me with this little kid nursing a sick man? Why would you not show concern for our parent? “, mum asked. She would ask so many rhetoric questions to my father that would tell his behavior in the whole scene was so questionable. After my grandfather started breathing slowly, my father left us with my mother at the visitor’s room with the sick grandfather. To my amazement too, he left for the living room to catch up with a football match that was live on the television. I disliked what he did even though he never felt like his leaving would affect at any point.
Being a football fan, he felt that he had to catch up with the match as his wife nurses the sick grandfather. Asking him why he left us in the room with mum alone, he answered, “I had much confidence in your mother’s ability to nurse patients since she is a health practitioner”. This made me that even though I was angered with him, he had a good reason for his decision. However, I disagreed with him on that day and felt annoyed by his action. Besides, I showed a listening ear to his reasons for the action and told him it was well. Regretfully, he apologized for the action even though he said he would do nothing much to prevent the death of my grandfather. He soon set out the burial plans and arrangements of our gone grandfather.
Overall, this was the most dreadful experience of my childhood. Witnessing death in our house was not an easy thing for me at my age. I will hardly forget the scene, but much more my grandfather who left us surprisingly in a visit. On the other hand, I appreciate the fact that I learned that everyone has different reasons for different situations for the common good. Dad would show confidence in his wife’s profession while mum reasoned that her husband would have offered some support if he was present in the room. I learned the art of appreciating people’s opinions rather than take sides at my young age.