Personal Narrative: The Death Of My Grandfather

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Have you ever thought about of losing a love one? If so, it would be the difficult experience, and you would have to learn to accept it. For myself, when I was eighteen years old, I could not believe the day that my grandfather would be gone forever. Along with my grandmother, he was the one who raised me; he taught me how to become a good person. Therefore, when it happened, I could not stand on my own two feet. However, I must learn to accept the truth because it is fact that no one can escape death and sooner or later we need to face it. Through that, the death of my grandfather had taught me much about life such an taking care of my health, not giving up on anything ; knowing how to enjoy life before it is too late, and valuing that death gives life meaning. First …show more content…
When my grandfather died, there were many problem came to us, especially with financial issue. I had to work to deal with it. The first issue was the rent increasing every month but the money keep run out. I began to work for a small restaurant. The job was really hard but I was not trying to quit. The second issue was the tuition fee. I realized that I did not have enough money to cover two things if I only do one job. I initiated to babysit for a neighbor while in school. Although work two jobs would help me make more money, but it was not easy to do two jobs while in school. As the pressure just kept increasing, I was about to give up. I reminded myself about my grandfather that he had to spend the rest of his life to work hard to cover our life. It became a motivation push me up. I tried my best to finish the work. Ultimately, I could earn money to pay for those things. Thank to my grandfather, because of him I now can deal with any financial problems and never think of giving up. It helps me become more solidity, have more willpower in the life of

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