The Cold Dying Cat.
Nov. 11th, 2025 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
builtgodnowwhatWhile the bright sunny day continued, I sat in my room alone until my father barged into my bedroom telling me to come to the living room. I sprung up from my bed and raced to the living room where he sat me down by my grandmother.
The date was July 14, 2021 which was supposed to be a normal day for me. As I sat in the living room my father began to speak with his shaky voice, “your mother passed away.” My whole entire world stopped within seconds, I sat there not knowing what to think, simply just nodding in response. “Do you want to see her in the hospital?” he asked ever so softly, afraid that any wrong word could break me. I again nodded and headed out the door where I found myself sliding into the van , disassociating from the real world.
We made it to the building that was filled with sick,dying, and injured patients. We walked into the frigid building, where the scent of the linoleum floor of the pediatric place hit my nose. Me and my father walked into the metal box and clicked the floor where my mothers body lay. I stood there, the realization of my mothers passing slowly setting in. My thoughts were interrupted with a sudden ding, as we arrived at the floor. We raced down the long hall where I saw my brother weeping. I crept my way up to the big window where I saw my mom laying there, cord tangled around her lifeless body, tubes up her nose, and her cold body laying there. I stood there and sobbed like it was the only emotion in my body.
I was in utter dismal, I couldn’t believe my mom was really gone. I tried to fathom a sentence, or really just stupid word. All I wanted to do was scream, like a mad man looking for answers that he’ll never get. I tear my gaze away from the cold corpse and spot a chair. I stood there looking at it intently, studying every little detail about the chair. There before me this grey piece of furniture was telling me something. All the chair did was stay there, waiting for a new person to sit in it. Always there no matter the season or time period it stayed the same. Things change people change but that one chair. Maybe this was a sign that this is a big change but, I will change and be okay.
This was for my essay.
The date was July 14, 2021 which was supposed to be a normal day for me. As I sat in the living room my father began to speak with his shaky voice, “your mother passed away.” My whole entire world stopped within seconds, I sat there not knowing what to think, simply just nodding in response. “Do you want to see her in the hospital?” he asked ever so softly, afraid that any wrong word could break me. I again nodded and headed out the door where I found myself sliding into the van , disassociating from the real world.
We made it to the building that was filled with sick,dying, and injured patients. We walked into the frigid building, where the scent of the linoleum floor of the pediatric place hit my nose. Me and my father walked into the metal box and clicked the floor where my mothers body lay. I stood there, the realization of my mothers passing slowly setting in. My thoughts were interrupted with a sudden ding, as we arrived at the floor. We raced down the long hall where I saw my brother weeping. I crept my way up to the big window where I saw my mom laying there, cord tangled around her lifeless body, tubes up her nose, and her cold body laying there. I stood there and sobbed like it was the only emotion in my body.
I was in utter dismal, I couldn’t believe my mom was really gone. I tried to fathom a sentence, or really just stupid word. All I wanted to do was scream, like a mad man looking for answers that he’ll never get. I tear my gaze away from the cold corpse and spot a chair. I stood there looking at it intently, studying every little detail about the chair. There before me this grey piece of furniture was telling me something. All the chair did was stay there, waiting for a new person to sit in it. Always there no matter the season or time period it stayed the same. Things change people change but that one chair. Maybe this was a sign that this is a big change but, I will change and be okay.
This was for my essay.
