Papa's Gone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is a little essay about my papa's death

Submitted: May 13, 2010

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Submitted: May 13, 2010

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The death of my papa is a fuzzy memory gone by that I sometimes remember when I set alone at my granny’s house. It all happened on that rainy March day in 2005. I was so mad because we didn’t get to go outside and play, but did I know I would have something else to be mad about.

I was just sitting there doing my work, all bored and depressed. All that cooped energy I had gone into not talking or misbehaving.

Then we were interrupted by the intercom saying “Ms. McGinnis?”

“Yes?” said the most awesome teacher of all time, McGinnis (now a Mrs. Irvin), in a singsong voice.

“Can you please send Eliza Goodlett to the office she’s checking out.”

I was happy, I mean who wouldn’t be, because I was getting out of this school on this gloomy day where you just wanted to go outside and jump in mud puddles. It wasn’t till I was on the way to the office was I wondering why I was getting checked.

When I got up there I hugged my mom around the neck and asked “Momma, why am I a getting checked out?”

“Not now, Eliza, I’ll tell you after we check your sister out.”

“Okay,” I said knowing full well not to push my mom.

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We were on our way to my grandparents house (we’ve already checked out my sister) when my mom finally told us why we were checked out.

“Amanda, Eliza, you’re papa is dying.”

No, is all I though at that moment, he can’t die, he was going to get better. I still need to get to know him. We were now pulling into the turnabout/driveway. My other sister Misty was standing the with all the other smoking members of our family. I ran up to her and cried into her stomach.

“It’ll be ok,” she said with a voice hoarse from crying. “He’s going to a better place.”

“Come on, lets get you girls inside out of this rain,” my mom said while placing a hand on my shoulder.

I all kind of happened in a blur after that, though I do remember a few things, like seeing my papa on his death bed with his eyes rolling back into his head. Or running around playing with my cousin, you may think it sounds bad that I was playing around being happy, but I guess that’s how I deal with my sadness.

For the past two years (since 2002) he’s been in and out of hospitals, he’s been on dialysis. I think it all started from him getting gang green in his pinky toe, and him being a diabetic, he could fight it off so they had to amputate it. Then, that wouldn’t get better so it spread to the rest of his toes, so they had to amputate it. Then after that it still spread to his leg and they had to amputate his leg up to his knee. From that he got staff infection and that’s what’s wrong with him now.

Then all of a sudden they told us to come into my grandparent’s bedroom. Where there, surrounded by all his family and love ones, he told his last troubled shaky breath and died. His soul saying it’s last farewell to us, then took that journey to heaven. Finally seeing his mom and dad after about sixteen years of being apart.

The Mennonites sang a beautiful song to help him carry on, though I don’t remember the words all I remember is cry really hard into someone’s stomach. The funeral home people came and took him in a hurst to the funeral home. The visitation would be the next day and the burial services would be the following day after that.

So that night me my mom and sister Amanda when shopping for black clothes. Then that morning we went to the funeral home and visited the body. Then the rest of the night I played with cousin I didn’t even knew existed till then. After that I saw the body one more time then when home.

The next day went by in a blur all I remember is going to the funeral home viewing the body one last time then going to the cemetery. I remember sitting there beside my dad under the tent, crying into his shoulder. Then we went to the family church to eat at a potluck kind of thing for the family.

I’m over it now, I’ll just cry a couple tears and think about how he’s just having the time of his life sitting up there laughing along to all of the funny moments my granny and me have. I learned that day and every day after that, that to love, learn as much as you can about them, and spend as much time with the ones you love, because if you don’t they maybe ripped from your hands in any second.


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