Personal Narrative: How Grandpa Changed My Life

I didn’t know it was coming. Then again, nobody knows when death will ever happen, nor will they know how much time they have left. They won’t know how many laughs they will have left or how many cries they have left. They don’t know how many hours they have left with family members or friends. Seconds turn into minutes; minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months, months turn into years. Years turn into a lifetime and they don’t last forever. I knew that my grandpa was about 84 years old, he was getting older. All he had was my Aunt Vickie to take care of him because he was all by himself before he moved into his nursing home. I didn’t know that in late June was the last time I would see him
Life went on for the next few days as they always would. My grandpa was in the hospital though. I was praying for him every night. My prayers I guess were not answered. My sister and I share a room and I remember my dad coming in after answering the phone and waking us up at about 4 in the morning. He told us that we needed to get packed for Minnesota and that our grandpa has just died in the hospital. He said that we needed to leave because he didn’t know when the funeral would be. I didn’t even cry because I was so shocked. My sister and I put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. We packed and made sure we had everything. We left for our 8 hour journey at about 6 and I must have slept until 10. We stopped for lunch at about
We ate dinner there of smoked barbequed pork from one of his butchered pigs. After supper, dad and his three brothers and three sisters sat at the table discussing what to do with all of grandpa’s belongings. That took a long time. A few hours even. While they were talking about it, my sister Carsyn and my cousin Ashlyn went adventuring. While we were adventuring out by the river near the bean fields, I realized that grandpa died for a reason. God had a plan for him and he must have thought that it was time for him to go. We all knew that God had a plan for him. My dad told me a story of when there was a tornado coming and he was working in his fields he wouldn’t go for shelter. He stayed out there and said that if it was his time to go, it was his time to go. I used to sit next to him at the dinner table every time we ate at his house and he would poke me in the leg with his cane and all I would do is laugh. I miss those days. Every