Personal Narrative

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This picture I chose, is a picture of my Grandpa and I. My grandfather was my best friend who I always looked up to. He was my role model in life. Whenever I needed someone he was always there, or whenever I needed advice he was always there. We had such a great relationship! I spent a lot of my time hanging out at his house with him and my grandma. We pretty much had a great bond that I cant’t even explain. Growing up i never realized how different my life would be if I lost someone in it. I never thought of loosing anyone super close to me. I never even thought of the pain and grief I would have to go through. Ive learned one huge lesson in my life in the past couple of years, never take a day with someone you love for granted because you …show more content…

I chose this song because it really relates to the story with my grandfather. One day my aunt was going for a run and had her music plugged in and her ipod was on shuffle. This random song that she had never heard of came on that she had no idea what it was. It was this song called Five More Hours. She never even remembers purchasing this song but it was purchased on her Ipod. So as she was listening she was listening closely to the words and realized how alike this song was to what happened with my Grandpa. If you listen to the song the song is about someone driving and almost being home and they're saying, “The Angel don't stop cause we got to go," meaning to heaven. This relates to my grandpa because him and my grandma had to drive home from their florida vacation when my grandpa got sick. My grandpa just wanted to get home and be with his family. My grandma drove him home from Florida and he passed away in West Virginia on their way home. All of these lyrics just match up to what had happened with my Grandpa. Hearing this song just makes me realize he's in a great place and It was time for him to go be healthy in Heaven. I love hearing this song because it makes me think of him. When the song says, “We’ve got five more hours of highway, five more hour to go” just makes me think of how he was coming home but he was actually going home to heaven. It was such a weird coincidence that this song randomly played on my aunts ipod. I feel like it was a sign from my grandpa that he was okay and needed to be in heaven at this time he was suffering being sick. Heaven was a better place for him at this time, I'm sure he didn't want to suffer much longer and have his family see him like this when all his life he was a strong

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