esssay on evil aunts
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Shelby Stanyan
Nash
ENGL 1123
20 November 2012
Happiness in Despair Sunday afternoons were a ritual to me and my family – especially during Kansas City Chief football season. My family would gather in the living room, scarfing down homemade nachos, and forget about the burdens of this life and just enjoy screaming at the television. September 9th, 2007 was different, however. It was this Sunday afternoon that I had felt that I carried the world on my shoulders. On that Sunday morning, I woke up and anticipated a normal day of church and the laziness that follows after that. During church, I noticed the frantic looks on my family’s face. My aunt rushed to the back of the empty foyer to receive an unexpected phone call from the hospital. I sat there nervously looking around, wondering if anyone noticed my sweaty palms and my fidgety fingers. After the sermon, I immediately rushed to my father to anxiously ask him about the unforeseen phone call. As soon as I reached him, he looked hopeless. My mind raced of all bad thoughts possible. As soon as I was notified of what was going on, my heart became heavy.
My uncle was a lively man who lived life with pure joy even after he was diagnosed with cancer. He was first diagnosed with leukemia, cancer of the blood cells, when I was at a young age. This was an off and on battle throughout most of my life. I never understood the extremity of cancer until that day the hospital called my aunt during Sunday morning services. They called because my uncle requested to be taken off of all respiratory monitors. The ride to the hospital was silent. Being inside of the car felt like being inside of a small room with spikes on all four walls. There was nowhere to escape as the walls slowly moved in towards me. Outside of the car window, the world was happy. The sun was shining, kids were running through large piles of leaves, while their parents laughed and watched from the front porch. If only they had been feeling what I was feeling
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My aunt is very generous because she likes helping poor people. I use to visit her many times in summer, but she is very talkative, and she explains me old stories. She is very intelligent and creative because she has been painting pictures of the long time. She is a great aunt and a good friend too.