The Death Of The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald Essay

1082 Words Oct 3rd, 2016 5 Pages
As I stared out the window of the airplane, part of me hoped that somehow things would all work out. This was not the first time I had visited the small and often overcast city of Newcastle, England, but this trip will stay in my heart forever. I learnt that nobody lives forever and we have to appreciate the people we love while we have them. Early October of 2011, at the inexperienced age of 13, I faced the cruel reality that is death. Devastation, confusion, and frustration consumed my thoughts. My whole world had been turned upside down, let me explain.

Both my parents immigrated from England before I was born, so seeing my extended family has always been a struggle. We try to visit them once a year, but the expense has unfortunately forced us to settle with every other year. This has often caused me to feel like a stranger even to my own family. Such was especially the case with my grandfather on my dad’s side, Grandpa Alwin. I hardly knew anything about him, but I always imagined he lived a very full life. His house was always full of odd little bits and bobs, that I assumed he had collected over the years. I wish that I had asked him more about his life, but I always had a hard time understanding him with his thick geordie accent.

It seemed like any other day when we learnt that Grandpa Alwin was sick; really sick, he had cancer. My dad would be traveling for London business trip very soon, so taking a little detour up north to see his father in the hospital seemed…

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