When i think of the most tragic experience that i have went through in my life it was the death of my best friend Taylor. I met Taylor in ninth grade and lost her in our second or third week of college, August 19, 2016.
The morning of which started of as any other normal day i previously had. I woke up laid around the house until i got a call from my friend Abby. She told be that Taylor had been helicoptered to a hospital in Atlanta because she threw up in the middle of the night and was unconscious. I didn't think much of it at the time because it didn't seem as drastic as it was. Once we hung up i started to worry, but didn't expect much to happen. My thought was maybe an IV and some pills and she'll be good to go. But i still was worried for her. About thirty mins went by and i got an update. Taylor was now in a coma. I was told that she had a machine breathing for her and they were waiting on results. At this point i understood the situation was worse then i thought, but was still oblivious to the fact that she could actually die in this situation. At this point i decided i wanted to be there for her. So once my mother and i got to the room she was staying with there was a bunch of her family a couple of mutual friends and my former teacher. Still at this point the idea of her actually dying didn't cross my mind until i spoke with my old teacher. She said, "You're going to need to say your goodbyes to her." At this point my world fell apart, and i whaled out tears saying, "I don't wanna say goodbye", repetitively. I can remember the sound of her mother crying by hear bedside, the sound of the machine breathing for her, even the pale look on Taylor's face.
It turns out she didn't just throw up and go into a coma. She had a brain aneurysm. And even if she would have been able to come out of the coma, which she was far from doing, she wouldn't be able to live a pleasant live in the least. So her parents and doctors decided to pull the plug. And that's how i lost one of my best friends.
Sorry for your lost of a dear friend, I always wonder after someone close as passed what could I have done too have made the outcome different than death. I remember my grandmother being on her death bed and me whispering in her ear that it was ok to let go. A couple of minutes later she had passed, and I wonder if I would have kept that last part to myself would she still be here today.
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