Personal Narrative: The Day My Grandma Passed Away
The day that my grandma passed away is the most vivid day of my life, and its something that will forever be burnt into my memories. I lived the entirety of my childhood with my grandma; after her death, my already ravaged childhood became force and almost non-existent.
My story starts on August 9th, 2009, the day my grandma passed away. I was camping with my brother and the people that I considered his parents, not my own. Because the camp grounds didn't have cell phone reception, my mother didn't receive the distressing news that my grandma was gone forever, until two days later.
My distraught biological mother had to sit down and try to explain to my ten year old self that the woman I viewed as my mom, died of an asthma attack. I remember
My story starts on August 9th, 2009, the day my grandma passed away. I was camping with my brother and the people that I considered his parents, not my own. Because the camp grounds didn't have cell phone reception, my mother didn't receive the distressing news that my grandma was gone forever, until two days later.
My distraught biological mother had to sit down and try to explain to my ten year old self that the woman I viewed as my mom, died of an asthma attack. I remember