Death can be a very tragic moment. When my grandpa died it was the worst moment in my life.
About 3 years ago my cousins came home from Florida. They come home every other year for Christmas. My grandpa loves to be with his family. He wouldn’t have traded anything for his family. After my family came home we had a party. We went sledding, and we ate chicken noodle soup. My grandpa loved seeing his family have a lot of fun together.
Two days before New Years Eve my family went up to my grandpa’s forty acres. We played the tracking game. All the kids walked away from the campfire, leaving tracks for the other team to follow. The other team couldn’t find us until we jumped out from under a bush to scare them.
After we made our way back to the campfire we ate hot dogs and chips and sat around telling stories. That day then came to an end and we all went back home. The next day my grandpa had a doctor’s appointment. When he got home he called us and told us that he was healthy and nothing was wrong.
On New Years Eve we went to get food from Fates for the party that night. When we got home there was a message on the answering machine from granny. I had to listen to it four times before what the message said sank into my head. She said in the message that grandpa had died when she went into the back room. I went into my room and cried myself asleep because he was everything to me.
I looked up to my grandpa all the time. I loved to go up to the forty to see my grandpa, but now he was gone. New Years Eve night we still had the party, and we gave all of my grandpa’s items that he owned away to the family. I don’t have very much to remember him but the memories that I have are great. I will never forget you, R.I.P. Grandpa Blanzy.
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