Personal Narrative-Grandfather's Death?

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

My Great Grandpa was someone I always looked up to. He was someone I loved to spend time with. I always just thought he would be here forever, so I never even thought about never seeing him again. In my opinion my Great Grandpa’s death was a time I had act strong even though I wasn't. He was someone I talked to when I wasn't feeling myself. My Great Grandpa's death was one of the hardest experiences I've ever had to deal with.

Have you ever experienced something you wish you hadn´t? It all happened one day when my grandma was diagnosed with cancer. I never wanted to hear those words in my life, but I did unfortunately. She would spend numerous days in the hospital and we would desperately wait each and every day hoping to receive good news. We would visit her in the hospital various times and everytime I saw her face, my heart would feel as if it was breaking. Just by looking at her I knew she was tired and every time she smiled, all I could hear was ¨help me¨. I would always sit next to her and tell her that everything would be okay, but all she ever did was smile

Do you ever ponder how your life would be if an event didn’t happen? Or yearn to go back in the past? If I had a ticket in my hand that gave me the opportunity to go to any place I desired, I would travel back in time and meet the one person my mind always wonders about, my grandpa.

This leads to where I started back at my house when my dad told my sister and I that my grandfather was diagnosed with Leukemia. That was one of the hardest things for me to hear considering that my grandfather was a big part of my life. My dad said that he was going to be in hospice care without chemotherapy because he said: “That he had lived his life.” Two weeks after being put into hospice care my grandfather passed away with all of his family by his side.

The experience was honestly chilling. I couldn’t remember a time I ever saw my Grandfather in a state like he was then. He had always been strong and joyful, smiling at anyone who was willing to spend the time to look. So, when I saw him, practically skin sticking to bone, it took everything I had to not cry the streams of tears that screamed to pour out. He was someone who I always respected, and now he was fighting to stay alive, and losing.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

We had just moved in March 2007 into my new house that my grandpa had built for us. I was so happy because I wanted to be closer to my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa was finishing up our house and his hip started hurting so he and my grandma went to the doctor. My mom was really stressed out because she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. One morning in April of 2007, my grandma and grandpa got a call from the bone specialist and they said that he had bone cancer and his hip was destroyed from it. Within the next few days they were planning hip replacement surgery. He had the hip replacement surgery and had to walk with a walker. Then things got worse because the cancer had now spread to his lungs and was stage 4 cancer. Within the next few months he had a massive stroke. Four days later my mom finds out my dad had stage 4 colon cancer and will not make it very long. One day later my grandpa took his last breath while holding my grandma’s hand. My mom was very upset about my grandpa dying and my grandma was screaming for him to come back. They had to take my grandma into another room so the funeral home could come in and get the body. My dad was still doing good at this time but then things changed.

Throughout my entire life some of the closest people to me have either lost their lives to or are currently battling against cancer. Recently I came home from Philadelphia where I go to college and the next morning when I went downstairs to my dad immediately telling me to sit down because he had to tell me something and simultaneously my mom is sitting soundlessly next to him. An overwhelming feeling instantaneously came over me and I knew I wasn’t going to hear good news. My dad asked me, “What is multiple myeloma?” and unhesitatingly my heart sunk and broke into a million pieces. I screamed out of fear, “Who has cancer!” and my dad with a look of grief just stares at me without speaking and I turn to my mom who looks at me with a distraught face. I screamed, “Mom, do you have cancer?” and I got no answer so I screamed, “Dad, do you have cancer?” and still no answer and lastly I screamed, “Does grandma have cancer?” and still I get no answer. Terrified at this point I am begging for them to tell me and my dad says you will have never guess who was diagnosed with cancer. After guessing wrong my parents finally told me and I was left speechless. It was my uncle and he has always treated me as if I was his own daughter. I never expected to hear this news and I especially never expected something so tragic to happen to such an amazing man. After processing the news for about a week I called him and he talked to me as if nothing has changed and he was telling me, “Kajel I am

I can’t believe that I’m standing here ringing the doorbell of a woman that I just met. I probably seem like a stalker to her when all I want to do is return her wallet. And then a young man answers the door. It’s probably her husband or boyfriend, which makes this moment even worse. I hope that he doesn’t come back with a gun or punch me in the face. I’ve already been down that road and really don’t feel like getting into it today. But I knew that if I didn’t take the step to return the wallet, she would be going insane as to where she left it. I knew that much because I’ve been with enough women to know that when they lose anything of value, especially a purse, they go crazy just looking for it.

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

My mom gets off the phone then comes to my sister and I with her phone in her hand with a picture of my grandma on it (the same day). In the picture my grandma was eating some food in the restaurant on her throat there was a bump that had a bandage over it. My mom says, '' Do you see that bump on your grandma's' throat". "Yes" we said. She has had nodules for years, this time they found out that it had become a malignant tumor. My mother breaks down crying (with my dad right by her side), because her mother had cancer. We never would have thought that our grandma would ever have to be diagnosed with cancer. You know when you hear the word cancer, that it is a life or death situation. My sister and I were devastated, shocked, and in denial. My