Personal Narrative: My Brain Hemorrhage Rupture

In the United States 30,000 people suffer from a brain hemorrhage rupture, 40% of those people die every year, the other 60% suffer from permanent brain loss. My grandpa, Bob, was one of the 40% of the people that died from a brain hemorrhage, on February 16, 2010.
My mom was driving Cole, Jada, and I home from school in a cruddy snowstorm. While my dad was at home with Bobby. He called and explained that the roads were too horrendous, so we had to stay at a motel in Eagle Butte. My grandpa was driving home from Pierre, and my dad could not get a hold of him, therefore, my grandpa did not know the roads were horrendous.
Right as we were getting settled into the motel, my dad was at home and saw some lights on our road. He figured my grandpa got stuck, him and Bobby took off with the tractor down the road, to go pull him out. It took them about ten minutes to get there, and once they arrived, they were shocked at what they saw. Blood was all over and my grandpa was lying outside the pickup with his head cut wide open. My dad picked my grandpa and laid him in the back seat of the pickup. Bobby tried to keep my grandpa awake, because he was slipping in and out of unconsciousness. My dad got in the pickup and called the ambulance and recited to them what happened. Sadly, he knew that …show more content…
Low-spirited, I walked over to where my dad was standing right outside the school waiting for Cole and I. When I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, because he never wore shades. When we got to the pick up my whole family was in there, and my mom also had shades on. We sat there for the longest second of my life, then my dad told us that grandpa had passed away. I had so many emotions running through me, I didn’t know what to think. I was raving, because they said he was going to be okay. I was also grieving, because I didn’t get to talk to my grandpa before he passed