Personal Narrative: My Grandmother's Death

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What is the appropriate way to react when you find out your grandmother has cancer? Are you supposed to cry, what about scream, or even laugh? No, not me I just sat there is shock not knowing what to say. My grandmother had already been through so much, she had diabetes, congestive heart failure, and now cancer. She now has to have surgery to remove the cancer, and since her heart was so bad she was not a very good candidate for surgery. The day finally comes when we have to sit in that horrendous hospital and wait for hours upon hours until the surgery is over. Well, it seemed like it was hours but it was only like a 2-3-hour surgery. In the end she came through the surgery just fine.
The next day, which was a Saturday, I had the ACT and I almost did not go and see her. I had plans that afternoon, and when my mom called and told me that they were going to see her I told her that I would go see her tomorrow. My mom talked me in to going to see her and thank God she did. She was the happiest I had ever seen her. She was laughing and joking around, something she had not done in years. I had so much fun just sitting in that hospital room talking with my
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Someone dying is one of the hardest things that I have ever had to go through. People should appreciate those strong people in their lives because any day someone can be taken away. I will never forget the last conversation that my grandmother and I had, it was definitely something that was not like her. That last memory I have is so special and dear to my heart, she was so happy and so open with her words. When someone a person loves becomes a memory, that memory is treasured. Life is a brief intermission between birth and death so enjoy it. If there is one thing that I have learned from this, it would be to love more and hate less because life is short and there is always a calm before the

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