Personal Narrative: My First Experience With Death

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My first experience with death occured when I was 4 and my great-grandfather died, although I was not that affected, as I was too young to really know what was going on and I wasn´t really close with him in the first place. When I was 10, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, and he passed away two years later. This was my real first experience with death, as I was affected deeply, as was my family too. Whenever my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, they found it in the fourth stage, which is the worst stage, he started treatment with hopes that he would get rid of the cancer. The first year of treatment was going good, until they saw that the cancer wasn´t going away and was instead spreading further throughout his body, his healthy

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