I like to believe that the best way of knowing someone is to know what makes them the person they are. Many experiences come to my mind when I think about my life. One thing that will always be with me no matter where is my family. When i think about this there is no better way of showcasing this then with the death of my great grandfather.
On August 16,2017 at approximately 9:30 I was told that I was being signed out of school by my father. While I walked toward the office many things where going through my head. I thought to myself “why would my dad pick me up, something has to be wrong.” When I saw my father's face I knew in my heart that something very bad had happened. After I had gotten to the car my father told me “your great grandfather passed away this morning.” When I was told this I didn't know what to say or what to think. I had many questions as to what happened, where he was and what was going to happen.
When we arrived to my great grandparents home I saw the cars packed to the road with different cars of my family members. When I stepped out of the car the mood was somber but loving. My aunt Kay-Lynn was the first to break the silence and inform my father, my brother and I that my great grandfather was “inside the house.” At first I knew I wanted to stay outside and avoid going in the house as much as I could, so I stayed outside. As I stand there staring out onto my great grandparents front yard I couldn’t help but think about how amazing it was that
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The world was soft and warm. There were sweet voices and bright colors that surrounded me, begging for comfort. I lay with my small body swaddled in a blanket, resting on a soft green sofa. My head propped up on a plump pillow facing the fireplace. The sound of the sweet voice in my ears and the smooth blanket eased my aching. My brain pulsed behind my eyelids with every movement. My bones were stiff and sharp, but still gave me the urge to move them awake again. I arch my back and widened my arms, my fingers outstretched to the room. My hand falls on something wet and cold. I grasp it and am met with a hot slimey tongue over my fingers; a greeting. I turn to meet the wide brown eyes of my companion, the one who refused to leave my side from the beginning of my harsh fever. He whined and laid his jaw on my belly, still not taking his big eyes off me.
As I sit in the car on a breezy summer day with the windows down talking to my mom we were on our way to meet my dad because it was his weekend. When we arrived, I went into my dad’s car and started to play on my smart phone. I was so utterly bored on the way to his house until my dad got a phone call. I had no clue as to what was going on, my dad had a confused and panic stricken look on his face. He hung up the phone and calmly said “We have to go get grandma, Uncle Steve was in a bad accident.” I immediately texted my mom and told her what was happening. We got to my grandma’s house and took off to a hospital in Illinois. On the way to the hospital my dad received a phone call from my Aunt Sandy. I carefully watched his facial expressions as he talked, his face slowly turned bright red and I could see tears forming in his eyes. I knew that something horrible must have happened. I was so scared of what the news could be. My grandma looked at my dad and nervously asked “Doug what’s wrong? Your face is red and you have tears in your eyes.” Dad shook his head, “nothing ma, everything is fine,” his voice cracked as a tear rolled down his red face. Then I knew something terrible had happened.
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
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