November 21st 2012 was the day my life
changed. My grandfather meant the world to me. It’s hard accepting the fact
that he’s out of my life forever. One thing I do know is that he will forever
be in my heart. I love the way our relationship was, I would tell him everything.
It was really hard seeing him in that casket and seeing him just laying there
and not moving or saying a word. The whole time I was at the funeral I was just
looking at him and thinking to myself, ''why did this have to happen to him?'' I
was really depressed and I didn't know what to do. He meant a lot to me so for
someone so close to me to been taken from my life like that hurts. Everybody got
to say their last word in the hospital before he died.He was laying in bed with tubes inside of him to help him breathe because he
couldn't breathe himself. If the doctors disconnected the tubes he would die, so they let him stay on the tubes until he stops
breathing himself. We were at the hospital and we went to go see him and he
couldn't talk or open his eyes because of the medicine that he was on. The only
thing that was actually working well was his brain, you could talk to him but
he couldn't respond. The scary part is watching the machine that told us his
heart rate and his pulse because at any moment the line can go straight like
__________ and if it does that it means that his heart stopped and he died.
that was scary just looking at it at every moment hoping it doesn't stop...we
went to new York November 20th at 9:00 pm and we stayed there November 21st at
2:20 am and we were going to leave, we said goodbye and gave him a kiss and
cried our last tears before we left. then we went downstairs to go leave but my
mom had to take my aunt and uncles to their houses which were in the Bronx and
me, my brother, my aunt and my other uncle stayed downstairs in the lobby
waiting for my mom to come back so we can go get some sleep and hopefully wake
up to my grandfather still alive. We waited for like 30 min and then my mom
came and we hopped in the car and we left. not even like 5 min after they
called y uncle and told him that my grandfather died and my uncle called me
telling me and at first I didn't believe him but then I put the phone on my
cousin and we found out that he was telling the truth so we had to do a U turn
and go back to the hospital and I was so nervous and scared and my legs were
shaking suddenly a big weird feeling came over me and I was really worried. We
rushed to the hospital and we were like a block away, then I got out of the car
along with my brother and my uncle and aunt and my aunt was crying so much and
she couldn't breathe while my mom and cousin were looking for parking. when we
went up stairs and rushed to the room the nurse told us to wait outside the
room because they were cleaning him up so when she told me that I still had
hope that he was still alive until the doctor told us "I'm so sorry for
your loss" I still didn't believe it, then my mom and cousin came rushing
and my mom was crying and my mom asked the doctor if we can see him and the
doctor said yeah and he asked the nurse if they're done cleaning him and they
said yeah and they opened the curtain and that's when my heart completely
dropped and I knew that they weren't lying. I started BALLING in tears and we
all started crying. it was hard for all of us knowing he was dead for sure and
we knew it was real because he was wrapped up in a bag with his arms and legs
crossed :( it was such a bad feeling that something so close to me left
instantly. it was crazy because my aunt said that he was waiting for my mom to
come and see him and say bye for him to die because the 2 brothers and the 1
sister lived in new York and my mom is the only one that lived like 3 hours
away so he was only waiting for her to hear her voice and make sure he had all
his daughters and sons there with him. One last thing I believe is that he
waited for all of us to leave so that he can die in peace now that everybody
said bye. He heard our last voices and our last goodbyes. I believe everything
my aunt said because it’s true. I just didn't want to see my grandfather die in
the hospital but at least we all know that he is not suffering anymore and that
he is resting in peace in heaven with god and the other little angels. He is
now our angel and I know he is looking down at us because he was a very good
person and a strong man. It’s now hard to forget his presence and what he meant
to us but we are happy that he’s not suffering anymore. It was hard in the
burial when we had to rent a bus for all of us and we had to go all the way to New
Jersey to bury him. When we got there they had to do a little bit of paper work
and then we were ready to bury him. It was a bad day, after we buried him we
had to come back to Rhode Island. :( FOREVER IN MY HEART ALEJANDRO FORTUNA
<3
