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Personal Narrative: My Death

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I was dying!
To be more exact, I was just about dead and I knew I had only a few minutes left to live. Although I could no longer open my eyes, move my arms or legs, or speak, I could still hear sounds around me. I caught the sound of muffled footsteps pacing my hospital room. Occasionally someone opened the door with the slight whooshing sound of air escaping. I could make out the humming of neon lights somewhere. The beeps from the heart monitor, mirroring my own heartbeats, were slowing.
All of my family was in the hospital room with me. I pictured the crowd in my mind. Three adult children and their spouses maintained their vigil. Their children came and went depending upon school schedules and after school activities. I

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