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Keilyn Martinez period3
The Day my Grandpa Died
I was in New Jersey now for three months now. I knew it was going to happen but not as soon as it did. It was August 6, 2013. It was the worst day of my life. It was a coldish summer day, the day my grandpa died.
It was ten days before my birthday and I was hoping to see him. I was asking my father the whole summer if we could go to the nursing home to see him. But of course he said that he was too busy to take us or he was working but I still asked him anyway. Then that’s when I got the call from my mom.
"Hey honey how are you?" said my mom
I replied, "I'm good."
''Well I have bad news for you.'' my mom said.
''What is it mom, tell me.'' I awnsered.
''your grandpa passed away last night and right before it happened he called me and told me to tell you that he will always love his colorada (red head).''
I felt the sadness in her voice. I felt my heart drop 1000 mph to my feet. I was torn. I dropped my phone and I started to cry. The tears were coming out like the water fall at Niagara Falls. I started to question. Why so soon? How did this happen?
My sister tried to calm me down.
'' KK it is going to be ok. you have to be strong and don’t give up. it happens in life as one dies another is born. all you have to do is pray.'' Jenny said.
'' How could you be so calm! He was the only person that I looked up to. You will never know the feeling I'm going through. I love him like a dad because he was actually there for me. He was my papa. I didn't even get to say bye. Dont you know how much that hurts me?'' I said.
she told me ''


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