Francisco Ruiz, changed my life this year when I went to Mexico to see him for the last time. He’s my grandpa and got to see him several times during my childhood. He reached to 90 years of life. Lucky me I made it in time to see him before he past away. For me that was a great experience to go see him, I never thought I would see him again after almost five years since I had last seen him. Francisco is my mothers dad. Sadly my mom didn't get the chance to see him for one last time before he past away. My older brother and I were the only ones that got to go to Mexico during spring break. We had a limited time to go to Mexico and come back to the United States. If we weren't back before that time we weren't going to be allowed to enter the
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His heart was so strong and healthy but his body wasn't. I couldn't see his bone on his back, feet, on his sides. It was terrible, it seemed like he was dying alive. Something he really liked was tequila, and still to the few months of his life they still gave him a shot every once in a while. The first day when we saw him we gave him a drink of a bottle of tequila he had in his room and he thanked us a lot. He wasn't on medication anymore because it wasn't helping. When my aunts would clean him, he would always start shaking nothing would keep him warm. Since he was really skinny, all you could see was his bones. I've never seen a person like …show more content…
But that last day before I left, I was holding his hand and he actually opened his eyes and said that my hands were really pretty and gave me a kiss on my hand. I don't know what I felt at that point if it was happiness or sadness because I was leaving him. This was a hard experience for me, but one for me to remember forever. I was glad to be with him for the last few days of his life. I got to live so many things in that short time I was in Satevo Chihuahua, MX. My aunt toke me where my grandparents old house was at. Its in the country and nobody lives in that house, so it was dusty but there were still things in the house. I was so amazed with all the things I got to see, old pictures, clothes, drawings. My parents also have a house in MX and I got the chance to go see where I used to live before I moved to Scott City.
I left Mexico on a Saturday, March 26, 2016 and a week later he pasted away on Sunday April 3, 2016. I had a difficult time understanding he was gone, just by the fact that I had seen him a week before. It was just something unbelievable because I had seen him alive before I left. I never thought I was going to have that opportunity to go and hug him one last time. It was something unexpected for me. I wish I would of gotten to see him healthy, but I'm thankful I still got to see him. He’ll be forever someone I'll admire for the rest of my
His heart was so strong and healthy but his body wasn't. I couldn't see his bone on his back, feet, on his sides. It was terrible, it seemed like he was dying alive. Something he really liked was tequila, and still to the few months of his life they still gave him a shot every once in a while. The first day when we saw him we gave him a drink of a bottle of tequila he had in his room and he thanked us a lot. He wasn't on medication anymore because it wasn't helping. When my aunts would clean him, he would always start shaking nothing would keep him warm. Since he was really skinny, all you could see was his bones. I've never seen a person like …show more content…
But that last day before I left, I was holding his hand and he actually opened his eyes and said that my hands were really pretty and gave me a kiss on my hand. I don't know what I felt at that point if it was happiness or sadness because I was leaving him. This was a hard experience for me, but one for me to remember forever. I was glad to be with him for the last few days of his life. I got to live so many things in that short time I was in Satevo Chihuahua, MX. My aunt toke me where my grandparents old house was at. Its in the country and nobody lives in that house, so it was dusty but there were still things in the house. I was so amazed with all the things I got to see, old pictures, clothes, drawings. My parents also have a house in MX and I got the chance to go see where I used to live before I moved to Scott City.
I left Mexico on a Saturday, March 26, 2016 and a week later he pasted away on Sunday April 3, 2016. I had a difficult time understanding he was gone, just by the fact that I had seen him a week before. It was just something unbelievable because I had seen him alive before I left. I never thought I was going to have that opportunity to go and hug him one last time. It was something unexpected for me. I wish I would of gotten to see him healthy, but I'm thankful I still got to see him. He’ll be forever someone I'll admire for the rest of my