My Brother Cried :: Personal Narrative Death Papers

My Brother CriedI stand there shivering as snap stream down my face and roll onto my coat. I cannot believe she is sincerely done for(p)-- she was totally four months old. It is not fair to take her a counselling from her family she was only a baby. I listen as the bishop and the priest try to relaxation our pain, but somehow they make it more of a grievous reality-- Stephanie is very gone. When the bishop finishes blessing the grave, I hear the echos of Stephanies anguished mother, Dont take my baby away, I love her I ponder her words as they ring in my head it makes me think, Did I really love her? I know I did, but at first I tried not to. I cry because of my heartlessness Stephanie only needed love and attention sequence she existed on earth. As I watch her mother weep, I convict myself-- a terrible aunt. Despite my crude heart, I soon discern that Stephanie touched all of our lives, not just mine, in some way or another. Stephanie Becomes Extremely Sick Stephanie Christi ne Schank was born on a quiet, showery Sunday in October. Immediately after church, my older brother Chris and I traveled over thirty miles north from Silver Spring, Maryland to Gaithersburg to affect our newborn niece. Despite the familiar picturesque autumn scenery, we drove on Interstate 270 in dismal silence. We heard something might have gone wrong during the deport. Chris and I did not know what to expect. Upon arrival at comic Grove Hospital, a nurse guided us to the Pediatric intensifier Care Unit. A million troubling thoughts raced through my mind. Could something possibly be wrong with the baby? No way That would never happen to a righteous Mormon family. Why would God give a honourable family an affliction as serious as this? I never anticipate anything unfortunate to happen to my family or me, and especially not to my brother and his wife. I thought about Marisel, Stephanies mother perhaps she had a hard birth and the doctors needed specialists. I rationalized any possible problem and convinced myself that everything was fine. Chris and I sat in painful silence as we waited patiently for mortal to come answer our many questions. Finally, Mike, my oldest brother, and his home teacher strolled down the hallway. I assumed that Mike had taken him back to see Stephanie and Marisel.