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Personal Narrative: My Grandpa's Death

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In 2005, my grandpa passed away and it had a big impact on me. I was in the third grade and my mind had never been opened to the murky world of death. His death affected my view on the adults in my life - specifically my parents. The only thing that I remember happening from this event is the funeral and how my parents were on the days that the funeral took place. Seeing how my parents were affected by my grandpa’s death made me see them in a different light. I was only nine years old, but after this experience, I felt like had to grow up. I guess seeing how broken my parents were when my grandpa passed away disturbed my naive self. At only nine years old, my life became smaller and darker. About a year later, my little brother was born, April 9th, 2006. After my mom gave birth, she stayed home for a month to take care of my little brother. My oldest sister was always home to help take care of my brother and I. One day I became curious as to how you took care of babies, so I asked my sister to teach me. I watched her change the baby’s diaper, make a bottle and all that good stuff. My sister and I bonded …show more content…

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