Narrative Essay On My Grandpa

Although he was not my grandpa by blood he sure was more of a real grandpa than my grandpa by blood was. He was always there for me and my sisters, so when he died it was one of the hardest things I ever had to endure. I went through some internal conflicts that still have some effects on me. Therefore, the day that I found out that my grandpa died was a troublesome day. My family and I were vacation with my family from New York and their friends and child. We were in my bedroom watching Greys Anatomy on Netflix when my parents came in and had they had a concerned look on their face. I literally never thought that the news they were about to tell us could be the turning point on our vacation and in our life. “Girls, today grandma came home …show more content…
Internally I was messed up, I fought through for the first hour of the funeral but then I just lost it and had to go to the bathroom to fix myself. I was fine the whole funeral, I even went to A&W across the street to eat some hotdogs and then decided to give some blood next door. Instead of showing my emotions, I went out and tried to make the best out of the day, that’s odd to say because my grandpa just died and I’m eating chili hot dog and trying to save someone else’s life. Then all of sudden it was four o’clock and it was time for the service of my grandpa’s death. My grandma wanted all the grandchildren to sit in the front of the room, where I did not want to be sitting but I did it for my grandma. The bagpipe came in a started to play, listening to them just reminds me of death, so right away I started to cry and being able to hear my grandma ball her eyes out did not make the situation any better. After the bagpipes came the giving the flag away because my grandpa served in World War II. This part was the hardest for me. They did this beautiful entrance and the ceremony of giving the flag away was expressive but also very suitable. When they were done the veterans gave my grandma the flag and thanked her for her husband’s service. There was about ten of them and every single one walked passed us and shook our hand and said, “I’m very sorry for your loss.” Right there to me was the end of the service, I did not have to hear the pastor talk or the grandkids speak, all I needed to see that my grandpa was getting honored and thanked for serving his country during one of the toughest wars that the U.S.A had been in. I was satisfied and ready to say goodbye to my