Personal Narrative: The Worst Day Of My Life

The worst day of my life was the day that I learned that my grandpa John had passed away. It’s an event that I feel as though I remember vividly and sorrowfully. My grandpa John and I were close and he was a regular around our family dinner table and at mine and my brothers sporting events and school concerts. His death has left a gap in my life that can never be replaced, and his death is a day that I will never forget.
The weekend before my Grandpa John passed away, my parents and I were in Las Vegas, Nevada for a hockey tournament my brother was supposed to attend with his college hockey team, however, for some reason they did not make it to the tournament and my parents and I still went to Vegas for a long weekend. We returned home to Rock Springs on Sunday night, and as usual, we went to work and school. But what was unusual was when my dad picked me up from school that day. This was strange because my maternal grandma always picked me up from school since both of my parents work. This is when I realized something was wrong. We drove home in a comfortable, but on my part anxious silence all the way home, where I discovered my mom was home as well. When I walked into

I am grateful to have had the support of my friends, family, and Catholic community through this rough time in my life. Looking back, there was nothing my family could have done differently, because even if we would have been in town, my grandpa’s heart attack was so massive that he had died instantly. From this experience, I have learned many things about my grandpa. For example, I never knew that he had a glass eye, or was married before he met my grandma and had kids. I never knew that my grandpa was born in Colorado or that he had a sister and I had a whole branch of family that I had never met. Now that I do know all of these things, however, I wish he was around to tell me about them