Personal Narrative: Everyone Dies

Everyone dies. It's just a matter of when. Life is a story. A story where you choose what happens. A story where you choose the ending. Whether you die fighting or willingly. All that matters, in the end, is that you make your mark on the world, leave an impact on someone. Even if it's someone you don’t know, or maybe just met.
The most impacting person I knew was my great grandma. I didn't see her very often but she left her mark on me. It was really hard when she left us. I remember when I heard she wasn't doing well and that my dad was going to see her and wanted us to come, I and my brother talked with our mom. We talked about whether or not we should go.
My mom said, “she was going to look a lot different, weaker, and it would change …show more content…
We ended up going down to the back of the hall and sat around. I remember there was a puzzle on a little card table. And an organ in the corner. My brother went straight to the musical instrument and started playing it. I went to the puzzle because I can’t play the piano. I didn't know what to do or what to say so I just sat there and did the puzzle, it was a jungle scene.
While we were out in the hall the nurses went and cleaned my great grandma up and made her look a little more alive. Then my grandma and uncle called the funeral home. The man showed up about five minutes later. I don't remember the conversation but it had a lot to do with what to do with the body whether to cremate it or to put it in a casket. I'm almost positive they chose casket but not a hundred percent. They also talked about the funeral date. My grandma wanted to have it as soon as possible. They decided to have it three days from then.
I wasn't going to be able to go because I had school. I was sad because I wouldn't be able to go and be there as she was memorialized. But I couldn't miss school. I had a bunch of important tests or