Bittersweet Memories
Bittersweet Memories
I will never forget the weekend of May 23, 2010, and how it impacted my life. It was the day my cousin Mia was in a fatal car accident. I remember hearing my mother telling me she has some bad news, her voice sounding like a child gasping for air. She was crying as though she had no words left to speak. Those words crushed and scarred my heart forever. The news of Mia’s accident made me feel as if I had no more breaths to take. Like in the movies, the hospital was not as dark and ominous as they projected them to be. It was bright, almost as if everything was going to be okay. Yet the darkness was worn on those who waited on the inside. The hallways felt so long as though they last forever. The waiting room was painted with the faces of those who have lost, or who awaited unfavorable news. Upon entering the elevator, you could practically smell the fear radiating from the unfortunate. When I finally reached the door to my cousin’s room, all the “what ifs” played out in my head. My brain was being flooded with all the scenarios I could possibly think of. I was starting to drown in hopelessness before I finally gathered up the courage to walk in. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. Before my eyes lay a lifeless body that was in no way connected to the person I once shared moments with. She looked as if she never laughed or ever had a smile on her face. However, all the anguish, suffering, and unhappiness danced across her disfigured face. Seeing her in such a soulless state brought me to tears. All I could say “Why” and all I could do was fall to my knees and cry. The room echoed of melancholy and time had left us alone with torment. Whatever was left after first hearing of the accident, died with her when they let her drift away from this life. I felt as if I wanted to crawl under my covers and pray that this horrible reality was just a
I will never forget the weekend of May 23, 2010, and how it impacted my life. It was the day my cousin Mia was in a fatal car accident. I remember hearing my mother telling me she has some bad news, her voice sounding like a child gasping for air. She was crying as though she had no words left to speak. Those words crushed and scarred my heart forever. The news of Mia’s accident made me feel as if I had no more breaths to take. Like in the movies, the hospital was not as dark and ominous as they projected them to be. It was bright, almost as if everything was going to be okay. Yet the darkness was worn on those who waited on the inside. The hallways felt so long as though they last forever. The waiting room was painted with the faces of those who have lost, or who awaited unfavorable news. Upon entering the elevator, you could practically smell the fear radiating from the unfortunate. When I finally reached the door to my cousin’s room, all the “what ifs” played out in my head. My brain was being flooded with all the scenarios I could possibly think of. I was starting to drown in hopelessness before I finally gathered up the courage to walk in. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. Before my eyes lay a lifeless body that was in no way connected to the person I once shared moments with. She looked as if she never laughed or ever had a smile on her face. However, all the anguish, suffering, and unhappiness danced across her disfigured face. Seeing her in such a soulless state brought me to tears. All I could say “Why” and all I could do was fall to my knees and cry. The room echoed of melancholy and time had left us alone with torment. Whatever was left after first hearing of the accident, died with her when they let her drift away from this life. I felt as if I wanted to crawl under my covers and pray that this horrible reality was just a