Personal Narrative: My Grandpa

A chilly breeze struck my face as I lower the window of the car, a 2010 Dodge, rushing passed buildings while leaves begin to fall off the trees. Mom and I were passing the local cemetery on our way to the store and I think of him. Without a warning, tears slowly make their way down the sides of my face and it takes me back to the Winter of 2010 when I knew, knew that he would be taking his very last breath.
My Grandpa, beloved and cherished, has just passed. Balling her eyes out, Mom falls to the floor as if she was stabbed in the stomach, but she hadn’t been stabbed or injured in any way, instead she had to hear the news. I help her up and hold her tight, almost to the point of suffocation. Overwhelmed with emotion, I left her and headed to my room. The house feels different now, it doesn’t look the way it once had. The white walls that are supposed to reflect light, didn’t anymore. I lay in bed and release a sigh of relief, knowing I was safe and away from all the death that filled this house, only, death is inescapable, it follows you. At that moment I see him as I look out my window and witness the first snowfall. “He loved snow.” I thought. The snow gently lands and disintegrates into nothingness on my windowsill.
I continue watching the snow, resting on
As he’s being rushed out of the door, tears begin falling out of my eyes. My aunt heads over to me holding tears back while she hands me a Hoodwinked movie disc, “Watch this while we’re gone.” She says. Looking back at this, I realized that the reason the disc was given to me, was to preserve my innocence, shielding me from all that was going on, and I am thankful for that. The ambulance truck fleeted while I watch as my family hops in the car and makes their way to the hospital. Tears dripping, heartbeat racing, I hurried outside as the car gets farther and farther away, the feeling of my insides twisting, suddenly hits