Personal Narrative: My Grandma Has Affected My Life

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Getting through the struggles even if it´s hard, and to not give up, because somehow there will always be some support. Some struggles I have been through have been very hard and I didn't want to get through it but I did. For example when my grandpa passed away December 26th, 2016 the day after Christmas. This moment affected my life completely in many different ways, my grandpa and I were always very close. I would see him every other Sunday when I would go to my grandmas with my family to hangout and have lunch. I remember he would always be in his room in the back of the house, he reminded me of a teenager always locked up in their room. When the food would be ready we would always yell his name considering he had hearing aids, so we would …show more content…
My grandpa has already been having body issues and he was hurting all over, but he seemed okay. He would still act normal, he would always help my grandma around the house or anything needed done outside. I´m not certain of what had happened the time he passed, but I just remember getting woken up by my mom, while she was on the phone with my dad. She said to me that my dad needed to talk to me so I called him on my phone, I specifically remember when he answered the phone all I could hear was him crying and struggling to tell me what had happened to my grandpa. It was very hard hearing that because he was the first family member that I was very close to that passed. I remember the feeling I had when I heard the news, I felt my heart sink and I felt sick to my stomach, at the moment I just wanted to lay in bed all day and cry. The only thing I could think about is the day before, which was Christmas the last time I got to see him, that day just keep on going through my head. Things like that are hard, they are very hard to go through, but when you have family supporting you it relieves so much of the

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