Keshia Crist
Writing 1
February 18, 2011
The Day You Left.
My favorite person was my grandpa. Grandpa and I did many things together. We had many things in common. Grandpa was more special to me than all my other relatives were, because he holds a special place deep down inside my heart. On December 25, 2009 my grandpa was at home with all of his family and everything seemed to be going fine. Little did I know that soon my life would be flipped upside down?
My family and I had arrived at my grandparent’s house around 10 a.m. Christmas morning. My son was only fourteen months old at the time so Christmas was new to him, but he loved seeing grandpa. After having dinner we all sat around laughing and telling jokes with my grandpa. He loved to sing, especially old gospel songs. Grandpa would pick Kaleb up in the air and throw him, all the while Kaleb just smiling and giggling. We talked about football for a little while and then it was time for us to continue our rounds. Kaleb kissed grandma and grandpa and we loaded up the car and headed back for Lancaster.
We left about one-thirty in the afternoon. The day felt like it was going extremely well, and as we made our way back to Lancaster we were just singing and laughing. We only made it half way home before my phone rang. Seeing that it was my step-father I picked up the phone. His voice on the other end of the line was shaky and stern. “Turn around and come back here now”, was all that he would tell me. I began to get nervous. Immediately I thought something had happened to my grandmother. She had been in and out of the hospital lately, which had to be what it was. We turned around and got back to my mother’s house. The looks on everyone’s faces told me that today wasn’t normal anymore. Something just went wrong, and nobody really wanted to tell me what it was.
Finally, my step-father came out and told me what had happened. My grandfather had collapsed onto the floor complaining of chest pains and failure...