Personal Narrative: My Grandpa Changed My Life

I was 8 years old when my grandpa died. Me and my grandpa were best buds we did everything together. He help out my family with everything. He would help out my mom with money or food for the house. He would help me with school and give a bike when my other one breaks from racing with other people so much. My grandpa ended up getting cancer from smoking cigars. My mom got a call one day and she started to cry, so I waited for her to get off the phone so I can ask what is wrong. After she got off the phone I ask her what is wrong and she said grandpa has died. My grandpa was my mom’s dad and was sort of Benji’s grandpa too. I wasn’t able to go to my grandpa’s funeral because I was to young. Me and my grandma were close too. I would go to my grandma’s house every weekend if I am not busy. I would help her out sometimes when I am over there, sometimes I am just hanging out with my friend there. My grandma work at sparrow, she like her job until she got cancer. She was using chemo to fight cancer so she can live.
She went through one whole session of chemo then the cancer reach her bladder so she had to go through another round of chemo. She was doing a little bit better after that. Then it got worse and she was sick a lot again. She ended up in a hospice for a while. She was in a hospice for a while I got to visit her once. We had breakfast there with her and that was when I was here. My cousin Tatiana was with her when she was in the hospice. My grandma died at the hospice she stop breathing. I was 14 when this happen so I was able to go to her funeral. When I went to her funeral the whole family was there. I was able to hold in my tears until the near the end. I was crying and was barely breathing. My cousin Tatiana was helping me when I was crying even though she was