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My auntie however, was feeling a sharp pain and felt sick while we were shopping. After we went shopping, we went straight to the house. In the car I felt funny for some reason. Like, something is going to happen. Not sure what it was though. I was just so clueless and let my hair blow in the summer wind.

When we arrived home, my auntie really needed to take a bad poopie. She had terminal cancer and was using oxygen tanks at that time. Harsh wasn’t it? Anyway, my dad took the wheelchair from the back of the trunk and helped my auntie on it. He pushed her as fast as he could to the bathroom. Once she got to the bathroom my dad left to help my mom get out of the car. As I was walking out to unload the car, I hear, “CHELSEA! COME HERE!” from her tone, my sister and I went back to the bathroom.

“Stay here with me” she said. She held my sisters’ hand through the whole time. For some reason, she fell forward, he face in the chair, and threw up. Not just any type of vomit. She threw up the water that was in her lungs. It was a bad sight. She was coughing and wheezing, I had no clue what to do! I was scared and was panicking. As I was about to walk out the door to call my parents in, I ran into my mom. “What’s wrong Chelsea?” she asked. “ATE VIRGIE!” that’s what woke her up.

She wheeled to her bathroom (it was my parents bathroom my auntie was in) and was starting to panic as well. “DAD! RAMSEY! HURRY UP AND COME HERE!” I was so scared, I ran out the bathroom and towards the living room hallway. I started crying wondering what was going to happen. “She blacked out” etc. etc. etc. That’s all that I was hearing. My dad and my brother but her on our bed, then my dad went on top of her, and tried to pump her heart.

No use. Her lips were turning purple. She was stiff. She was DEAD. I couldn’t believe it and still don’t. I always think that if I could’ve called my parents to help sooner, she wouldn’t be dead. However, I’m happy she’s gone. No more suffering for her. She’s in heaven with God. I never wanted her to suffer in the first place. That’s good. I’ll always love you Ate Virgie. R.I.P (rest in paradise) Virginia Smith July 28, 2008.

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