Personal Narrative: My Grandpa's Death

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When my grandpa died. The first emotion that came to me was regret. I regret not getting to know him and spending time with him. I could only recall a couple of memories with him. After he died, he brought me closer to my family. I realized how your loved ones could be gone at any given time.

When I was 12 my grandpa died from a heart attack in California 2012. It was 1 o clock in Indiana. I was sitting at home playing video games when I heard the horrific news. I dropped my controller and went straight to my parents hugging them. The news hit me hard, I've never experienced a relatives death. I didn't know how to handle it, I just sat in my room trying to forget about it. That was the first time my house was dead silent. There was no sound, the tv wasn't on like it usually is. …show more content…
While I was on the airplane I reflected on the few memories we had together. I never really got to know him. I regretted not spending time with him. The few memories I could recall was when we were alone at his house and both wanted to take a walk. As we walked to the park we admired the palm trees and the bright blue sky, we saw people skate boarding and kids with wheels on their shoes. I remember wanting those shoes for my birthday. We also passed another elder, he was in wheelchair with a water bag. He was playing with his grandchildren. I remember thinking about how little time my grandpa had left, and how I should have spent time with him like the guy at the park. I remember saying in my head how my grandpa had lots of time to live. That memory got me thinking about how fast time goes by and how much time I had left with my parents before college. I learned how I should spend time with my parents while I
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