FoxFire Project

The Foxfire Project, begun by Eliot Wigginton and his students in the 1960s, was designed to save from oblivion the local color of a particular Southern region: the dialect, customs, recipes, antiques, manners, clothes, games and rituals of a particular area.

As a class, the students enrolled in Ms. Rojo's AP English Language and Composition class have compiled their own stories for their own version of a “Foxfire E-Magazine” renamed "Leafing".

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

One Sleepless night


   Death, something we can't escape it'll eventually get us. In this case it was someone who was like my father to me. My grandpa was always there for my family since my mom was the baby of the family she is very spoiled and since we are the children of the baby we tend to get more loved. My grandpa was awesome. He was so funny and brutally honest he would tell you how it is. We received the news on New Year's Day if 2013, we spent the day in the hospital we received he had cancer. Not only that could either die of the cancer or his liver. We were in denial for weeks. We just couldn't believe it. Everyday he got sicker and sicker he had his happy days but mostly bad all we could do is make home comfortable. 
     Months went by and the month of June one if my aunts from California came to visit. She stayed for longer than a month. The 27th of June that when hospice came to my grandma's house brought a hospital bed with them. I knew is had to be soon. The next day he was barely eating. He always said " once you stopped eating your a goner". 29th of June he hadn't ate at all not even a slip of water. My grandma tried forcing him to eat but nothing he are nothing. I stayed up that night the entire night. Throughout the night he was asleep but then he would wake up as if falling in a dream. I would massage his legs put lotion on them gasp after gasp my aunt, my brother, and I stayed up the whole night. Each time he would gasp he would say he was talking to his grandma "Nato". I tried not to cry he hated seeing us cry even when we were kids. My aunt said nothing she was very positive and for my brother to this very dat he hasn't cried. The next day June 30th the longest day of my life. He continued with the gasps throughout the day, he still did not eat. We took a break we gathered together as a family my aunts and uncles had barely left, my grandma watering her plants up in the front 3:15 we realize he was no longer breathing. Hospice got her then pronounced him dead. It was agony. My grandma threw herself on the bed crying for the love of her life. Seeing that literally what tearing out a heart is. It was an experience that we all have to go through we can't avoid it.

2 comments:

  1. im sorry for you loss and i can relate to how hard it was to go through such loss and your story was very good

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  2. Wow, I got a knot in my throat reading through this. I can totally relate. I lost my father and we were really close, but after my parents divorced, my grandpa raised us as well. He is like my dad also. I call him dad instead of grandpa. He's everything to me & I can only imagine what you went through losing your "dad" basically since he was more of a father figure to you than your grandpa. I would die if I lost my grandpa, but I'm sorry for your loss. The good thing is, we don't stay in this life for long. We all come together eventually & that's what we all should look forward to, reuniting with our loved ones, again.

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