My saddest day
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my grandpa's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
My family moved to the United States in the year of 2011 and has been staying at my aunt's house. We stayed there for couple of years before we moved out into our own apartment. My family suggested that we should come visit our grandparent in California but we never have a chance to. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since he had been gone. I had been busy with my job and our family was so busy, I was getting very irritated with my parents as I felt that I can't do anything right to help my parents out. I was really excited to have a week with my sister to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my sister. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and going on Facebook; checking out the news; drinking soda; listening to music; enjoy a beautiful morning before my sister and I head out to our “little date”. Our plan was to go to shopping and just hang around downtown.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My sister and I were still shopping around downtown when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from normal to dead silence and my sister started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is he ok? Was he alone?" She kept on saying " OH MY GOD, NO". I asked, "What happened? What is going on?” And then my sister told me; grandpa won't be able to live for long. I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt that if my family visits him, it wouldn't happen. I just had this blank
My family moved to the United States in the year of 2011 and has been staying at my aunt's house. We stayed there for couple of years before we moved out into our own apartment. My family suggested that we should come visit our grandparent in California but we never have a chance to. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since he had been gone. I had been busy with my job and our family was so busy, I was getting very irritated with my parents as I felt that I can't do anything right to help my parents out. I was really excited to have a week with my sister to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my sister. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and going on Facebook; checking out the news; drinking soda; listening to music; enjoy a beautiful morning before my sister and I head out to our “little date”. Our plan was to go to shopping and just hang around downtown.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My sister and I were still shopping around downtown when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from normal to dead silence and my sister started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is he ok? Was he alone?" She kept on saying " OH MY GOD, NO". I asked, "What happened? What is going on?” And then my sister told me; grandpa won't be able to live for long. I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt that if my family visits him, it wouldn't happen. I just had this blank