I don't know if this thread was ever made, but I checked the first two pages and didn't see it so i'm assuming it hasn't.
Anyway, the worst day in my life happened almost two years ago. I talk about how fortunate I am in this life quite a bit. My family is the main reason for that, but two years ago, I was pushed to the breaking point. Now, i'm a fairly un-emotional guy. I say that with the meaning being I never show my emotions. I keep everything bottled up inside usually, I never really cry or show any sadness to anybody. I never experienced a death that really hit me close up until this point. I had lost my Great-Grandmother, but she was very old and I had braced myself for that. This all happened so fast I didn't know how to react.
Let me say I was closer to my Grandmother than anybody else at that point in time. I had always been incredibly close with her and I really loved her with all my heart. The doctor told her she had a sinus infection. She was having a tough time talking and breathing, but the doctor said it was because of the sinus infection blocking her airway or something like that. Fast forward about a month and she's on life support in a hospital bed. Turns out she had throat cancer that they hadn't known about until she was admitted into the hospital. The last time I saw her was a few days after she was admitted, she seemed like her normal self only without a voice. I had no idea she had cancer at that time, but I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach the entire visit. I didn't talk much to her, I couldn't look at her hooked up to all these machines so I stared at the ground for a majority of the visit. I left the room to leave and fought back tears. Again, I had no idea what was wrong with her, I just had such a terrible feeling that I will never forget. That was the last time I saw her. In a hospital bed, with no voice. I didn't go back to see her again. My Mom and Uncles broke the news to me that they were going to take her off life support. I told them I didn't want to see her before they did it. I wish I would have and I regret it every single fucking day. I saw her one fucking time for an hour. I should have been there every single day, I should have been there the fucking night she was admitted, and it haunts me, it fucking haunts me. I haven't even seen her tombstone because I refuse to go to her grave. I can't deal with it. So, it isn't so much as one day, it's like one day stretched out. Life goes on though and there's no use beating myself up over it. I consider that entire story as the worst day of my life and really, it's the only bad story I have to tell.
Well, that's off my chest, let's hear your stories.
Anyway, the worst day in my life happened almost two years ago. I talk about how fortunate I am in this life quite a bit. My family is the main reason for that, but two years ago, I was pushed to the breaking point. Now, i'm a fairly un-emotional guy. I say that with the meaning being I never show my emotions. I keep everything bottled up inside usually, I never really cry or show any sadness to anybody. I never experienced a death that really hit me close up until this point. I had lost my Great-Grandmother, but she was very old and I had braced myself for that. This all happened so fast I didn't know how to react.
Let me say I was closer to my Grandmother than anybody else at that point in time. I had always been incredibly close with her and I really loved her with all my heart. The doctor told her she had a sinus infection. She was having a tough time talking and breathing, but the doctor said it was because of the sinus infection blocking her airway or something like that. Fast forward about a month and she's on life support in a hospital bed. Turns out she had throat cancer that they hadn't known about until she was admitted into the hospital. The last time I saw her was a few days after she was admitted, she seemed like her normal self only without a voice. I had no idea she had cancer at that time, but I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach the entire visit. I didn't talk much to her, I couldn't look at her hooked up to all these machines so I stared at the ground for a majority of the visit. I left the room to leave and fought back tears. Again, I had no idea what was wrong with her, I just had such a terrible feeling that I will never forget. That was the last time I saw her. In a hospital bed, with no voice. I didn't go back to see her again. My Mom and Uncles broke the news to me that they were going to take her off life support. I told them I didn't want to see her before they did it. I wish I would have and I regret it every single fucking day. I saw her one fucking time for an hour. I should have been there every single day, I should have been there the fucking night she was admitted, and it haunts me, it fucking haunts me. I haven't even seen her tombstone because I refuse to go to her grave. I can't deal with it. So, it isn't so much as one day, it's like one day stretched out. Life goes on though and there's no use beating myself up over it. I consider that entire story as the worst day of my life and really, it's the only bad story I have to tell.
Well, that's off my chest, let's hear your stories.