Sept. 11. I felt nothing. Thousands of people killed in an instant, and I had no emotion. My life was not changed or affected in any way. I am a robot.
Dec. 21. Me and my girlfriend had dinner at my grandparents house. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital just hours after we left with pneumonia and suffered a stroke. I felt bad, but didn't think much of it.
Dec. 31. My uncle flies in from Singapore, and aunt flies in from Greece. My grandfather has suffered another stroke and a heart attack. He is going to die, and we know it. I keep thinking about it, but I showed and felt very little emotion.
Jan. 2. My grandfather gets worse. Blood pressure drops, pulse skyrockets. He accepts is time is up and requests to be taken off medication and that he should not be recessitated should something happen. Again, I kept thinking about him, and how my family is thinking, but I showed and felt almost no emotion.
Jan. 3. I am out playing hockey and phone my mom (at 10:00) to pick me up at a friends house at 11:00. My grandfather is dead. I felt almost nothing and kept playing hockey. I get picked up and we go to my grandparent?s house. Within minutes of being in the house and seeing my grandma, I broke down. I don?t know what happened, but I lost it. My mom held me and I went downstairs. My grandma followed and spoke to me.
This is the first time I've encountered death. There is a bit of an empty feeling. I feel so sad, yet I don't feel sad.
Dec. 21. Me and my girlfriend had dinner at my grandparents house. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital just hours after we left with pneumonia and suffered a stroke. I felt bad, but didn't think much of it.
Dec. 31. My uncle flies in from Singapore, and aunt flies in from Greece. My grandfather has suffered another stroke and a heart attack. He is going to die, and we know it. I keep thinking about it, but I showed and felt very little emotion.
Jan. 2. My grandfather gets worse. Blood pressure drops, pulse skyrockets. He accepts is time is up and requests to be taken off medication and that he should not be recessitated should something happen. Again, I kept thinking about him, and how my family is thinking, but I showed and felt almost no emotion.
Jan. 3. I am out playing hockey and phone my mom (at 10:00) to pick me up at a friends house at 11:00. My grandfather is dead. I felt almost nothing and kept playing hockey. I get picked up and we go to my grandparent?s house. Within minutes of being in the house and seeing my grandma, I broke down. I don?t know what happened, but I lost it. My mom held me and I went downstairs. My grandma followed and spoke to me.
This is the first time I've encountered death. There is a bit of an empty feeling. I feel so sad, yet I don't feel sad.
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