The Death Of My Grandfather

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When a relative dies, there is no other feeling like this one. Whether it is an immediate relative or not, it still hurts. A question that pops into the human mind is, "Why did this happen to my relative?" or, "What could I have done to prevent this from happening?" Many times, as humans feel that there is an answer to everything, even when there is not. Even before I was born, my grandfather loved me. It was so hard for my mother to conceive me that I was known as a miracle baby to not only my mom and dad, but my grandparents as well. I was born two months early and stayed in the hospital for eleven weeks. After that, at the age of two, I caught pneumonia and was admitted back into the hospital for another long stay. My grandfather…show more content…
When I would wake up, he would run to the bathroom. With me not being fully coherent, I would get scared and run to my grandmother who would then tell me that he had laid back in the chair the whole time I was sleep, having to use the bathroom. He did not want to get up because he did not want to wake me. Even then, I knew that he had always put me before his self, and that was one of the most important things I would come to remember about him after he was gone. We spent much of our time together sitting outside watching the people go down the street, while he told me stories about my mom and how similar we were. I loved watching him speak because his words flowed so gracefully as if he had practiced and memorized them for weeks before that day. My grandmother would bring us some lemonade, or a piece of freshly fried chicken and tell us that it was getting dark and we needed to come inside. He would grab my banana seat bike and wheel it into the garage as I gathered my hula-hoop and jump rope following him into the garage. Inside as we would get ready for bed, he would make me a cup of warm milk flavored with just a hint of orange to taste. My grandmother would tuck me in as my grandfather bent over to give me a goodnight kiss right in the middle of my forehead. Around the neighborhood, my

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