1906 San Francisco Earthquake-Personal Narrative

I woke up to the sound of hushed voices and . I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9’o clock. I walked to the living room and my father was on the couch and he had a sad look on his face. My dad said, “Hey, you remember your grandpa from a few years ago?” He looked at me intently as if trying to read my mind, and I said, “Yeah, of course.” I thought in my head that this was kind of strange because how would i forget my grandpa? My dad said in a quiet voice, which was quieter than normal. “ He died a few hours ago.”
I could feel the rush of memories from the past year come to my mind. I remembered the past year when I went to India and the first time I met him. All the memories came in a rush towards me and I could feel myself getting dizzy. I felt the ground shaking under me and it felt like I was in the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. I could feel the hot tears coming out of my eyes and it felt like a waterfall coming out of eyes. I could see my parents with a shocked expression on their faces and my dad crying. At that moment I thought of the past summer when I went to India. I was excited and nervous because it was my second time going to India and I was nervous of how it would be there. When we got it there it was night and I could barely see anything. I still remember the cool night air, the wind hitting my …show more content…
I never really called anyone anymore and I never really asked my parents to call them for me. That one phone call that my grandpa had died made me realize that you should not take anything for granted. Nothing lasts forever and that you should always stay in connect with people that matter the most to you. There are some people that come into your life and change it forever. Sometimes for good, sometimes for bad. There is always that one person that makes an impact on your life or teaches you an important lesson. My grandpa’s death made me realize you should never take anyone