The Day That Changed My Life

The day that my Grandpa passed away started out like any other day. My mom and I went to visit him daily, just because we wanted to spend time with him. It was August 11th so, summer was coming to an end. My mom, Grandma and I were sitting and waiting for him, in his hospital room, to get back from the tests that he had that day. Everything seemed fine. He looked great. My mom and I were only able to talk to him for a few minutes, sadly, before they had to take him away again for more tests. We said our good-byes, not knowing that they would be our last, and we left. When we were at the stop light at 75th and Washington, we got a call.

I was only seven at the time of my grandma’s passing. At this time I was too young to know the feeling of someone passing, such as the pain or the feeling of devastation. I never understood it, I never felt the pain. I have a very terrible memory, I don’t really remember much from my childhood, but my grandma is one of the things that sticks out in my memory. I still walk into the same house, I see the same seat. I often hope one day that she will be seating in that seat, just to ask a few questions. With answers that only she would be able to answer. Unfortunately, I will never be able to ask them. My family has told me that they can see my grandma in me, they see all of these things, but I can’t because I was not able to see her

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My great-grandmother was the matriarch of my family. When I was in seventh grade, around thirteen years old, she passed away due to breast cancer. This misfortune created an extremely difficult time for me because, not only was I adjusting to the environment of junior high, but many other issues were occurring in my life; this was the third death that I was having to deal with. Unfortunately, one of the previous deaths (that I was still trying to hurdle through and come to terms with), had occurred almost exactly a year before the passing of my great-grandmother. The second death that I had gone through occurred only one or two months before my great-grandma has passed. All of this turmoil created numerous internal conflicts for me, but also taught me a key lesson to keep note of, for the rest of my life.

This essay is based on an event that changed my life forever. It is a passage that is mixed with feelings and emotions. This experience gave my life a purpose and a sense of direction. It allowed me to grow from a boy to a man in just one day.

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