Grandpa Albert Narrative

The plane landed with a thump; I was glad to be on the ground after enduring the storm the plane flew through. I opened my eyes and looked outside, which was dark and gloomy. The trees were naked, and the snow on the ground was thick. After grabbing my bag from the baggage claim, I walked outside hoping for my Grandpa Albert to be waiting for me in his car. But instead, my uncle was there waving for me to notice him. I was happy to see my uncle but, my grandpa was always the one to pick me up from the airport. I knew this visit to my Grandpa Albert’s would be different then the visits I had almost every summer before. But, I didn’t realize how important this visit would be, in my life, before I arrived. He was diagnosed with stage 4 Lymphoma …show more content…
He appeared to be more fatigued and had a loss of appetite, due to nausea. His skin became paler and his hair looked thinner. I knew it was only a matter of time I would see what I expected when I first arrived. Yet, I was saddened to see his health decline. My aunt stopped by to visit for the day she told him she was hiring a live-in nurse. I was listening in on their conversation, and I could tell that he was unhappy with the way he responded to my aunt. Someone who spent most of his life being independent now has to rely on someone to do everything for them. I could not have imagined how difficult that would be. I was able to speak with him after my aunt left and, for once, I was the positive person in the room, which was surprising. I asked him I wanted his life story, even though I already knew about his life, I never heard many details about the events. He had told me how his family lived in Massachusetts during the Great Depression. At the age of 18, he joined the Navy. He was injured in the Vietnam war, which ceased his military career and was returned to San Francisco to heal from his injuries, where he met my grandma, who was his nurse. Those parts of his life really stood out to me, because he overcame so much in his life and always kept moving forward. At this moment in time, my Grandpa Albert was weak, a side I never saw from him, but he enjoyed talking about his accomplishments, which helped fix his negative attitude, he always claimed to hate. I think telling the story of his life, made him realize the wonderful life he had fulfilled. I told him how proud I was to be his granddaughter and that he really saved my future by pushing me to not let negativity take over my life, anymore. I was determined to challenge myself and let the pessimism go. I wanted to show myself that anxiety and depression did not have power over me and that I was in