A Dream Of A Teen Age Girl

Part One

I am sixteen but at the time I was fifteen. The month was July and my papaw was diagnosed with cancer. The previous month he had a stroke and i was fearful...

When Mamaw and Papaw got back from the doctor's office I sat down with Papaw and told him that I knew he was sick... I just couldn't name what he was sick with... I just had a feeling that something was wrong and he too knew that there was something wrong...

When i got a call from my mamaw saying that Papaw had cancer I cried and cried and cried. I hated to be right... I knew he was sick and i didn't tell anyone...

They started keamo and radiation immediately after his diagnosis. They told him that he shouldn't be out on the farm while doing his treatments since his immune system would not be functioning right. He already had no immune system as it was.

He was so stubborn that he totally ignored what the doctor said. When he was finally done with keamo and radiation he found out he was sick with three different kinds of ammonia...

He got back from the hospital and told me to follow him...((Plz bear with me... this part is hard for me...)) We went to the left pasture on the farm and sat on a hill that he said looked over everything. Man, that view is so pretty and he was right. It did look over everything....

He told me that... so long as I could see nothing that I could see everything... I just looked at him and then he stood and we walked back to the house. No words were exchanged but I could feel his words. He said this and showed me this because he was leaving this farm to me...

When he did this it was in October. Everything went downhill from there. Papaw got worse and I couldn't stop thinking about what he said...

I was at school when it happened... At the beginning of the day u was happy and healthy. I was laughing and carrying on because nothing was wrong... then fourth block hit...

I felt sick to my stomach and i knew something was wrong with papaw. I went and threw up my guts before I ran to the office to call my mom. She didn't answer...

The bell rang for me to go to the bus so I left and got on the bus... I stepped in the front door and looked at mom... she knew that I knew but we wouldn't know for sure til we got a phone call...

Two hours later...
The phone rang... Mamaws was on the other end. She told Momma that Papaw had passed about three hours ago ((takes fourty minutes for me to get home by bus))... Mom asked Mamaw twice because she could believe that I was right. My papaw was dead...