Religion Reflection

My understanding of god is largely shaped from one certain experience. I used to be unsure about the whole is there a God thing until this very special moment happened in my life. It’s coming up to two years on the day in May that this event occurred in my life. It was a simple spring day and I was at home from school for the summer. It was 2 am and I was fast asleep in my house when my mother came rushing downstairs saying she had to leave to take my Grandpa to the hospital. She said he had fallen and my Grandma was worried about him. I didn’t think about it much at the time because he had been in and out of the hospital as of late with some more serious things than a fall. At 6 am I received a phone call from my mom explaining what had happened. His lungs had filled with fluid and he in essence passed out and collapsed to the floor. My mother came and got my sisters and me and she took us to the hospital. I remember walking in expecting to see him sore but okay. Instead what I walked into was something completely different. My Grandma was crying and she never cries. My Grandpa was hooked up to every kind of apparatus in an intensive care unit. I remember looking up at the heart beat monitor and his heart was barely beating. His breaths per minute were so slow that without machines there is no way that he could be living. They ran tests on him all that day and it didn’t look promising. I remember sitting there thinking that I may never talk to my Grandpa again. I hadn’t seen him in a couple months either, because I had been gone for school and hadn’t seen him since I had gotten home two days earlier. It’s a really tough thing to watch someone so close to you lay there lifeless. Growing up he was like a second dad to me because my father was always gone for work. I think that with us being so close it made the whole situation even harder. I sat there that whole day until 11 pm that night. That is when visiting hours are done and everyone in the hospital has to leave. That whole day he didn’t move his conditions didn’t improve and in fact they may have even gotten worse. I remember leaving the hospital and the doctors told us that he might not make it through the night. They told us if they thought he was going to pass that they would call us. We got a phone call at 6 am that next morning to come in and say good-bye to his lifeless body because he wasn’t going to make it. Our whole immediate family showed up, all 20 something of us stood around him. My Grandma had their old family friend who was a priest come in and say a prayer. He said his prayer and told our family how sorry he was. He then left the room. My Grandma was holding my Grandpas hand when all of the sudden he squeezed her hand. Then about 30 seconds later he started to pull at his oxygen mask. Before you knew it he was sitting up and talking and he started telling all of us how much he loved us and to take care of Grandma. It was really surreal and almost movie