Personal Narrative: My Grandma's Death

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and do not think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock of my grandma’s death. I don’t think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

The first thing that comes up in my mind is how my grandma is doing. I have not seen my grandma Lucia in five years. My whole family had a very terrible argument with her. The only memories I have with her are pictures as a child. My mother never spoke about her, so I asked her to call her, in hopes that she would respond. I looked at my mother desperately and said, “Please call her, I want to see if she is doing well.” My mother finally agreed to call her. As she was calling her, I went to the kitchen to eat dinner. When I finished, I saw my …show more content…
Meanwhile, I stayed with my grandma waiting patiently for my mom. The doctor later came in to see how my grandma was doing. The doctor began to talk to us about the options we could do to suddenly felt this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt my throat get dry and my heart was beating uncontrollably. My mother came into the room and dropped her coffee all over the floor. I have never seen my mother cry so much in my life. My mother went over to hug my grand,a while saying, “I am sorry for everything I have ever done.”

As I sat in the waiting room, my mother was on the phone making plans for the funeral. Our family came and I felt sorry for us . They hugged us and asked if we needed anything. My aunt came to me and said that I needed to express my emotions and that it was okay to cry, because holding it in will not make things better. I kept wondering if this was all just a bad dream. I felt guilty for not asking my mom to call my grandma