My Grandfather's Death: A Personal Perspective On Death

The personal perspective on death for the first time for an individual’s beliefs, behavior and actions has mixed feelings of is death fair, deserving and who does it affect. The first time I had someone close to me died was my grandfather (my mother’s father). I would remember the eight hour trips leaving early Saturday morning and getting there before sunset to see my grandparents. My grandfather was sixty nine when he passed away. My grandfather worked in the blazing sun as a farmer all of his life resulting in him getting melanoma. The physicians tried everything to stop the cancer from spreading but it was too late. My grandmother stood by his side day and night from the first time he was admitted. The day my grandmother went home to …show more content…
No matter what age death can never be defined. Each and one of us have to die. Death affects everyone, black, white, rich or poor. Nature does not judge. Seeing the strong connection of the congregation and the community support help the family grieving and healing process during bereavement. My grandfather’s death had me thinking that he passed away from working hard, trying to make something out of nothing, making a living and being devoted to grandmother and his family. The family is rich in love support and dedication. The memorable transition of death for the first time made me understand that the many other deaths after my grandfather made me realize that this will never end. Once a person is born is the day that they die. One guess one could never answer my question of creation and death. Maybe it is not meant for me to understand right now thirty four years later. The few times seeing my grandfather, living hundreds of miles away and not seeing him on a regular was still meaningful of how it affected my mother losing her father will always etch in my mind and will always grieve him and try to move