The Last Time
...come. We walked leisurely to the intensive care unit room where there, laid the sweet old man resting so peacefully. Without acknowledging a word my dad was telling me, I attempted to wake up Pop who, was on a respirator, anyways but he would not rise. You see Pop was in a deep sleep, a coma. I was well aware of the situation but I did not want to believe that this was actually happening. It was not Pop’s time to go and I was not ready for him to go so therefore, he was staying. Pop had written in his will that he did not want to kept alive by a respirator so the time came for my Grandma, “Memall,” and dad to make the call. I told my dad to make the right decision, meaning to keep him on the respirator. I sat there holding the left hand of the Godliest man I had ever known. I continued weeping and Boyd- 2 praying for him to open his eyes or at the least give me some sign. My dad walked in the room and for the second time of my life, saw him cry. I had never seen a grown man weep like this. It was a room full of emotions. My dad told us to say our goodbyes. He knew Pop did not want to live like this so he fulfilled his wish and was taking Pop off the respirator. No, this could ...