Personal Narrative: A Day Before My Grandmother

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One of my hardest moments was when my grandpa passed away. My grandpa died Feburary 4th,2006, one day before my moms birthday. I believe the funeral was on Feburary 6th 2006. The day of the funeral I honestly didn’t know what to do. For my young age I really haven’t gone to funerals that much so I didn’t know what to do so when I seen everyone else crying so I started to cry and now I know I just wished I knew back then. You never know how much someone means to you at a young age and you grow up for 10 years without him around

I was only in 1st grade, I didn’t know what was going on. I remember being out of school for a couple days and the day before the wake I remember getting dropped off at my uncles house down the road from my house.

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