Personal Narrative: Why I Love My Family

I have always been a person who has loved his family, but you know how it is as you get older, You have more responsibilities, you have so many worries, family seems to be pushed to The side, Isn’t it strange how you can get so caught up in work, or life and forget about the ones you love, Go on about your day, as if you have an ignorant belief your love ones will live forever.

My grandfather was My best friend while I was growing up, he even had a nickname for me ,he called me beetle, but as I became a teenager we started to drift apart, I was interested in girls and hanging out with my buddies, you know how it is, you try more to fit in ,less willing to hang out with family, as time went on my grandfather’s health started to slowly decline,

my father and I made it to the hospital, my father and I entered my grandfather’s room, I glanced up to see my grandfather, as soon as I did, I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach, grandpa was pale as a ghost, his mouth was stretched open from the breathing tubes, they used to try and make him breath, I was so in shock I felt as if I had pins and needles Poking me all over my body, my grandfather was