Gabrielle Foust-WollenbergMrs. ManternachComposition I9/1/16And There He WasYou Were...I had not yet experienced anything extremely humbling or thought inducing and there he wasyou were... On June 21stof 2015, Father's Day in fact, I found my grandfather dead on the dining room floor of my grandparents’ house. There were eight people staying there that night, besides Grandpa: my uncle, dad, three cousins, my brother, my grandma and I. For some reason, I was the one designated by God to find him. Was it fate? Maybe. Although the whole ordealthiswas traumatic, it also turned into a great learning experience. Discovering my grandfather on thatfateful day, taught me a lot about death and that I should cherish the little momentsthingsin life.Sunday, June 25 at 2:31 in the morning, I walked down my grandma's orange attic staircase to go get a drink. As I turned past the doorway near my grandma's stash of plastic containers and baking sheets, I saw that the dim light in the kitchen was on. I rounded the corner,and stopped dead in my tracks. Not twelve feet from me, just past the kitchen corridor, laid my grandfather’s lifeless body,pressed against the worn carpet. Blood that had come out of his mouth spattered the floor and the blue lazy boy recliner, which his body had hit when he limply fell out of his motorized scooter. So there I stood, shocked, to say the least. At first I did not believe what I was seeing. I whispered across the room, “Grandpa? Grandpa?!” each time gettingmore and more frantic, realizing what I had just discovered. My hands started to shake, my airways closed up as if someone was choking me, causing me to gasp for the very breath keepingme in this moment. I could feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body. My knees started to
Foust-Wollenberg 2shake, causing me to fall against the wall for support, shaking my grandmother’s collectible plates. I slid down the wall, holding my face in my hand, violently sobbing like an infant crying for her mother. Again, I looked up, knowing that I needed to try to help. I picked myself up and dried the tears on my cheeks, but to no avail. I triedyto walk past him to get my grandmother and father. As I went to move Ibutwas stopped as if a force field was holding me back.