11-02-2012, 04:55 PM
I live in New York, Lower Manhattan. I was affected by Hurricane Sandy. I hate this stupid hurricane with all my guts and heart. I, along with many many others, have no electricity, or cell phone service or phonelines. But I have gas and water, but not hot water.
Yesterday morning, my Cousin passed away. He was still fine Wednesday evening when I last saw him, too.
He lives with his sister two floors above me in the same building. He suffers from diabetes and an irregular blood pressure. He can't really see well, either, and can't walk or stand for too long of a time. He wanted to go to the bathroom. He called his sister to help him to the bathroom. He was woozy. She asked if he was sleepy. He said yes. Next thing, he asked if that was the chair. He never made it to the chair, and he collapsed on the floor. My sister ran down to my apartment and knocked on my door, to get my mom, who was asleep, to get a police officer to call an ambulance. The ambulance came, but it was probably too late. The emergency personell tried CPR for an hour, but nothing. He passed away a quarter to 6. That was NOT how I imagined seeing my cousin for the last time.
I am blaming myself for his passing. If only I had gotten up earlier instead of peeing and dressing first to run out to the streets to help my mom find an officer.
He passed away at home. I had bad thoughts about him. Is he still in the apartment, or has he moved on? Will he hate me for all of eternity?
Sorry if I'm bringing you down. I miss him. Now I will not have any more chances to ask him about music from the 70's and 80's. He never got a chance to hear me say I backed up my computer, which he has been bugging me to do ever since. He never got a chance to see the new James Bond. He never got a chance to see Mamma Mia on Broadway...
Yesterday morning, my Cousin passed away. He was still fine Wednesday evening when I last saw him, too.
He lives with his sister two floors above me in the same building. He suffers from diabetes and an irregular blood pressure. He can't really see well, either, and can't walk or stand for too long of a time. He wanted to go to the bathroom. He called his sister to help him to the bathroom. He was woozy. She asked if he was sleepy. He said yes. Next thing, he asked if that was the chair. He never made it to the chair, and he collapsed on the floor. My sister ran down to my apartment and knocked on my door, to get my mom, who was asleep, to get a police officer to call an ambulance. The ambulance came, but it was probably too late. The emergency personell tried CPR for an hour, but nothing. He passed away a quarter to 6. That was NOT how I imagined seeing my cousin for the last time.
I am blaming myself for his passing. If only I had gotten up earlier instead of peeing and dressing first to run out to the streets to help my mom find an officer.
He passed away at home. I had bad thoughts about him. Is he still in the apartment, or has he moved on? Will he hate me for all of eternity?
Sorry if I'm bringing you down. I miss him. Now I will not have any more chances to ask him about music from the 70's and 80's. He never got a chance to hear me say I backed up my computer, which he has been bugging me to do ever since. He never got a chance to see the new James Bond. He never got a chance to see Mamma Mia on Broadway...