My Grandpa’s Death

By Angelina This is the story about my grandpa’s death. No one saw it coming and no one thought he would leave. Death is surprising and no one can prepare for it. I should have paid more attention to my grandpa but I was too selfish. In the beginning of my sophomore year I started to isolate myself. I let things bother me when it shouldn’t have and I just didn’t fit in. High school was a place where no one cared and you have to be fake to fit in. I would always go home with a bad attitude and end up fighting my mom. I would run away from home from time to time. I didn’t want a family and didn’t bother to bond with anyone. My grandpa tried to be there for me and help me. He always wanted to make sure I’m safe and make sure I had enough food. I mean running away was a frequent thing for me maybe every other week for days at a time and because of my stubbornness, I didn’t care that it caused a lot of stress to my grandpa.  On June 28^th my grandpa was admitted to the hospital. It was 3:00 when I got the call from my mom . She wanted to pick me up but instead I got mad and threw my phone away then started to smoke weed. I didn’t want to believe that he was in the Hospital. I just wanted to escape reality and pretend that everything was all right but it was stupid and it caused a lot of pain and regrets. A few weeks later he passed away. The relationship I had with my grandpa was different. He wasn’t just some grandpa I rarely visit but he was someone important. I didn’t have the chance to tell him everything I wanted to. My grandpa was a nice man. There were times where he would give money to the homeless and let a poor couple into his house for a year but never asked money from them. He was that kind of guy. What I did, I can never take that back. No matter how many times I wished I could go back in time, it will never happen. So for those who are listening now, don’t ignore your family and don’t ignore those who care about you because you don’t know when they are going to leave you. My grandpa died last year but this year I stopped smoking, I started to bond with my mom and stopped running away. You cant prepare for death. Death is a touchy subject but in the end Death taught me to appreciate   life and family.