Personal Narrative: First Death in my Life

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A few weeks ago, my grandma received two surgeries in Karachi, Pakistan. She received a total knee replacement on both knees and a laser eye surgery. She has been in the hospital for many weeks, leaving it a few days ago. I haven't seen her in over 10 years, and it was quite possible that her death could've been the first death in my family that I have experienced. Ever since I've come to UT Austin, I have talked to her less with everything going on, but I miss her very much, and she's very important to me. It makes me depressed to see her go through so much pain because of her knees, and not be able to do anything to care for her, except pretend to be okay. It makes me scared that she's in a lot of pain, even though she is recovering. When

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