Relationship With My Grandmother Essay

This is the story of how my relationship with my grandpa came to sudden halt, at one of the most unexpected times. When this story occurred, I was at the age of 8 with not much intelligence of how precious every opportunity in life was. Therefore, when I visited my grandpa for the first time in years, I did not cherish the moment for what it was worth.
It was May of 2008. My family and I were helping my grandpa look for a new place to settle. We would meet him once or twice a week to look at houses in and around northeast Kansas trying to find the place for him. While we were looking for places for him, grandpa would occasionally babysit my two sisters and me at our house in Dover, Kansas. Thus, we started to spend some quality time with him. After a …show more content…
I walk down the hallway to my mother’s room, and hear her starting to burst out in tears. I had not the slightest idea of what was going on, so I ran up the stairs to my room wondering what had happened. Not knowing what was going on, I asked my father and he said that something had happened to grandpa. Then my parents left and said they were going to grandpa’s house. I tried to sleep but the wondering became too overbearing and thoughts were bouncing around my head like a ping pong ball. It was not until a few days later that my parents told me that my grandpa had committed suicide, I was stunned. I thought that all the time I spent with him seemed like so little, and after knowing him for eight years, it still seemed like I only had a handful of memories. I kept thinking why would you do this to me, why? It took me years to get over that question. And to this day I still wonder why he did that, but I have moved on with my life and realized it is not my fault for what he did. It was his choice. I will never forget that summer, the things we did together, and the memories I made. And I will never forget grandpa.
To conclude, life is too short to not take advantage of moments with friends or