A Place Called “Home”
There was a strong smell of bacon and eggs that flooded my room. As I open my eyes, all I can see is everything in my room. My room was covered and filled with 101 dalmation toys, decorations, and even stuffed animals. My walls were even white and had large black spots on them. After looking around the room, I realized the smell was coming from down stairs. I get up, open my door and walked down the brown carpeted stairs, I could hear a frying pan sizzling and dishes clunking together as if they were being washed. As I walked down to almost the bottom of the stairs, I looked at the small peachy colored walls full of family photos on them. I then looked over at the table and noticed breakfast was ready. Everyone in my family was sitting at the table, even my grandpa. As I walked around the table, I looked outback at my giant backyard that had a swing set, trampoline, and moon bounce set up. I sat down in the open seat. Next to my grandpop of course and that is when I asked my parents why I had a moon bounce outback. I was about nine at the time, going on ten and my mother said, “Today's your special day! Your birthday party.” As I heard her saying these words, my body felt full of excitement. I knew my mom and dad had special things planned, because they always threw me the best birthday parties every year. It was even better because my grandpa who lived with us at the time, along with other family members and friends would join me on my special day. I was excited because my grandpa always surprised me with different kinds of entertainment for my party. One year, he hired someone from the actual circus to come over and perform tricks, another year he had a magician come and do magic tricks. It was my tenth birthday and I was sure he had another special thing planned. My grandpa was my best friend growing up and I was happy to spend another birthday with him and everyone else. Around five o'clock, my friends, family, and neighbors started to arrive. My house was full of balloons and a giant vanilla cake with chocolate icing, which was my absolute favorite. My backyard was full of chairs, confetti, my trampoline, a piñata and other birthday decorations. We set up chairs for everyone to sit on and that is when my grandpa told me he has yet again, another special surprise. I smiled from ear to ear knowing that he always gave the best birthday surprises and they only got better each year! He explained how he has someone with horses and monkeys on their way over to my house. I had no idea how he knows people like that, but then again, he knew anyone and everyone . Moments later three men pulled up to my house with two trucks with trailers hooked to each of them. The trailers held two brown horses and the two different kind of monkeys. We sat down and took turns riding on the horses around my backyard, which was huge! We also sat down and held baby chimpanzee and a spider monkey on our laps and fed him with a bottle. My friends, family and I all took pictures with the monkeys; along with playing on the moon bounce and everything else I had in my backyard. The whole time, I was thinking about how thankful I was to always have fun and entertaining birthday parties. Everyone had a great time, including myself and it was yet again, another wonderful party thanks to everyone who helped and showed up, especially my grandpa. About three years after my tenth birthday party, my grandpa needed to get his knee drained because he had fallen down steps and he was in excruciating pain. There was too much fluid in his knee and it started to swell up within a few days after he fell. He went into Taylor Hospital for a quick and painless procedure of draining his knee. After he was done, he had to stay in the hospital for a few more hours after a nurse had given him pain medication. That “pain medication” happened to be bleach. Mistakingly, the nurse did not realize she switched bleach with liquid pain medication and my grandpa had drank it without even realizing it because he was in so much pain. He quickly went into cardiac arrest and was immediately placed into ICU and hooked up to all different kinds of wires and machines. Days later, there was little to no brain activity and doctors kept saying he was only getting worse. After a few more days, he silently passed. If it was not for his knee drain and the nurse accidentally giving him bleach, he would still be here today. Still, to this day, I will never understand how someone can mix up bleach and a liquid medicine. My grandpa always loved his family and did so much to help whoever was in need. Everyone around our town knew him and loved him. He was an all around great guy and it just saddens my family that the cause of his death was because of a simple knee drain. My heart aches with the loss of such a genuine person, my “home” in which I can never go back to. About five months later, We moved out of our house to a house right across the street because my mom was pregnant with my brother Dylan, and later on three more other brothers. We needed a bigger house for my family. Plus, my mom also could not bare sitting at a table in a house where she once saw her father every morning and can no longer see. My old house was full of memories and experiences but why can’t I go back to the house that is only right across the street? I can easily just walk across and see it. I can even look out my window and look at it.. bt why can I not go back? It is simply because it was not just a house across the street, it was a “home” full of memories, stories, and experiences with an unforgettable person and that is something I can never get back.
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AuthorMy name is Samantha Hawkins and I am a college student studying Nursing. This is my blog post for one of my classes! Archives
May 2017
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