Answer to Question #201552 in English for Ahmed Ali

Question

Write an article about changes you would make if you could live last year over again.

Answer 1

The loss of a loved one has essentially taught me that pop culture’s ‘you only live once’ mantra is true. If I could go back in time and start last year all over again, I would have done better advocating for my grandmother’s health and wellbeing. I was going through a tough divorce, and that essentially took most of my attention. I ignored what was most important and was quite distant from my family. On the other hand, my grandmother’s daughters and son, my aunts, and uncle, fought over the procedures that necessitated following, and who had to pay for her hospital bills, not that they weren’t financially capable of taking care of the necessities. 

Inter-family disputes were the leading cause of my grandmother’s passing. The situation was sad, and it seemed as if everyone was waiting for her to die. The ‘would have,’ ‘could have,’ ‘should have,’ questions raced through my mind three months down the line after the news of my grandmother’s demise. Financially, I could equip a home-based oxygen tank, which would have helped with her breathing problems. I was capable of taking her away from a nursing home, where the hospital personnel was negligent of the fact that she was ailing, and ignored her complaints, mostly. 

I would have taken the opportunity to cool off and take some time away from the divorce settlement to work for my grandmother’s wellbeing. At the start of March, I should have gone to the hospital and taken her away from uncaring hands. I would have been an example to my family that the most critical issue at hand was not the money being spent on my grandmother, but the power of love surpasses monetary designation. Right now, my family dedicates everything to my grandmother, even their current state of unity. I should have taken into account that she needed special diets and various other needs concerning her health.

Moreover, I would have protected her from my psychologically unstable drunk uncle, who verbally threatened to bring about her demise through his own accord. Maybe she was heartbroken that her only son was bipolar. I would have initiated procedures that would otherwise ensure the safety of both my grandparents and that my uncle received the much necessitated medical interventions. Maybe she wouldn’t have survived from me taking matters into my own hands, but I would’ve done something instead of just sitting on the sidelines. Rest in peace, Regina. Please forgive us.