Memoire

Month of Tragedy

On December 28 of 2009 I heard my dad's cell phone ringing. Just by hearing my dad's words I could tell something was wrong. I wondered what was happening. But I didn’t found out in till next day. It was when I got out of school to our way home my mom told me and my sister that my dad had receive a phone call from his cousin telling him that his uncle was on the hospital of San Luis. I kept hearing my dad talking every other day with his cousin. I decided to ask my mom how sick my dad’s uncle was. She told me that he had a surgery inside his stomach; days later he decided to go visit the doctor because he dint felt good from his stomach. When he went an visit the doctor, the doctors send him in a ambulance to the hospital as an emergency because his surgery wound got infected. My dad's uncle lasted five or more months in the hospital since the surgery wound got worst every day that passed by. My moms told me that it was really bad that it became to the extreme in were they had to actually open his stomach so the nurses could clean his wound 24/7. My eyes were open as big as a crocodile can open theirs when my mom told me that the doctor had him with his stomach open like for 2 through 3 months. When the five months pass the doctor told him and his son that him go to his house; that same day they arrived to his house, they got there like by midnight hours pass by it was down when his son realized that his dad had died. It was December 31 when my dad receive another call this time with more serious news, when he hang up he told us that his uncle had pass away.
It was 7:30 P.M. When my dad's phone started to ring again. I heard the first part of the conversation that my dad was having with his cousin. While listening to the conversation I realize that someone was sick. I was getting annoyed by the cell ringing every other day, but I had to put up with it because those phone calls were really important. Every time the calls became more serious every time he called; I could notice it by hearing my dad's voice. By the end of the week my mother inform me and my sister that our grand-grandfather (which is my dad grandfather) dint eat that much, he had lost his sight, and he became a little deaf at the same time. When the next week came by my mother told us that my dad had told her that he had heard someone telling her daughter that live with him that his brother had pass way ( my dad's uncle was my grand-grandfather son). When my grand-grandfather heard those terrible news, he eat less every day that passed by. He spend almost a month without eating since the 2nd week of December in till the begging of January. Those terrible news affected him more and became more sick. In till it became the day in where my dad receive another called by his cousin like at 3 in the morning that our grand-grandfather had pass away. My dad told my uncles that their grandpa had pass away. They plan a trip in where they decided to take my grandma but without telling her that his dad had died. They left during the week at the afternoon. When they got to Mexico our family members were waiting for them so they could begging the ceremony in the church. When they got to the church my grandma realize that her dad had died, because when they left from Houston they had told her that her father was sick.
Ring Ring Ring!! This time it was my uncle (my mom's brother) calling my mom. We were waiting for her to hang up, the sound of her voice told us that something was wrong. When she hang up we all ask what happen she told us that our grand-grandma had died. When she told us this devastating news we were all in shock, we just couldn’t believe it. I was thinking that it was a tragedy what was happening in my family. I started thinking that my 2 grand-grandfather's that I had left were gone, tears started dripping from my eyes.
My mom receive another called that same week from my dad. She say that my dad was on his way to the United States.; when my mom said that I was so happy because I was already missing him. 2 days later he got home I was so excited to see him again. On Sunday my aunt's dad called him (my dad's aunt is my godmother) to give him other bad and devastating news. My dads announce to us that our grandma was really sick, she was on bed. When he called her back to check on my grandma; my godmother told him that she had already took her to the doctor because she didn’t wanted to eat. She told my dad that the doctor told her that he wanted to send her to the hospital of San Luis because she was about to have a heart attack. When my dad heard those terrifying news he called my uncle immediately to let him know what was happening, it sounded like if they were making plans. Later I heard that he told my mother that he was leaving again with my uncle, I was listening to their conversation, I heard that and I got sad that my dad was leaving again and he just got here, but at the same time I was sad because my grandma was about to get a heart attack. My dads called to my house tho let us know that they were already in Mexico again. The whole reason that they went back was to bring her back to Houston. When my dad called that day he told us that my grandma was a little bit better, he continue saying that she had already started to eat. Like 3 days later I called him, he told me that they were in their way to Houston, I was happy and exited to hear great news. When they got here my aunt made an appointment for my grandma with her doctor. When the day of the appointment came the doctor told my aunt that to take care and not to be alone for an emergency. After having a month of tragedy we finally heard good news, but at the same time we were sad because of the members of the family we had lost.
Is about to be a year that this happen. I have overcome this challenge by thinking and knowing that they would be better in the after live being here and suffering the paint they have when they are ill.
What I learn about this is to cherish to whom I love when they are alive and here with us.