Personal Narrative: The Loss Of A Loved One

The Loss of a Loved One When my husband’s grandfather passed away, it was one of the saddest moments of our lives. My husband, Chase, is not afraid to express his feelings. That being said we have been together seven years and I have seen him cry only a handful of times, three of them being over a death in the family. Seeing someone I care about so much breaking down over the loss of his Papaw Jim, is something that will stick with me for a long time. Jim’s wife, Nana Ruth, was a special kind of pain in the rear. She could not get along with anyone, especially her daughter, Laura, Chase’s mom. Therefore, we hardly ever saw them, but I do remember Thanksgiving in 2010, the first time I met Papaw Jim. We were all gathered at Laura’s house. Laura and Ruth were in the kitchen bickering about something. Chase and I were at the dining table with Jim. He was the exact opposite of Ruth, so sweet and soft spoken, even though he had a booming voice. He smelled like cigarettes from all those years of smoking and Brut after shave, he smelled like a grandpa. We sat together while I listened to their stories of when Chase was a little rascal of a child. I will never forget the look on Chase’s face that day, it was like seeing the kid in him. Not a care in the world and just remembering the good old days of spending time outside playing with his …show more content…
We talk about Jim fondly a few times a year, and I’m always eager to listen to stories from their past. I know it will never be the same not having his papaw to talk to or spend time with, but we both know he is still around, checking in on us now and then. That day changed my perspective on life forever. Not having to deal with much death before this, I never had to deal with the pain of losing a loved one. It made me realize how truly short and fragile life can be. No matter how much time you think someone has, you need to make sure they know how much you love