Death

My whole life, i lived with my grandparents, because my parents weren't there, and i was close to both of my grandparents so much, and 8th grade my grandpa got really sick, he would fall alot and hurt himself and not be able to go anywhere on his own, and then it started getting worse, to the point where he would stand up and have seizures, and I would have to feed him and bathe him and do everything for him, and then I was in 9th grade, and he got really bad, he lost alot of weight and could barely do anything on his own, but he would fight to walk, and talk and try to do everything, he would never give up. And one day, i came home off of the bus, and he was sitting there in the window smiling at me, waving, and i ran inside and he said "hey kat, how was school" and my grandma said he insisted on seeing me get off the bus one last time, and that was the one thing that he always wanted  me to do, was to go to school, get good grades and be successful and have a good life, and that's what motivates me now, because the next day, he died. He was laying in bed all day barely breathing and you could hear the fluid filling up his lungs, and he would just stare like he could see nothing, and he went completely blind, i got really sad, and told him that i love him so much, and he will always be my dad, and he tried so hard to push out the words i love you but he couldnt, he just gave a little smirk and helt my hand and that night, he opened his eyes big, and then he fell asleep, and I will always remember that night. i wrote a poem about that night.

One cold, howling, October night,
an angel spread his wings,
He flew towards the golden sieves,
glowing by the glistening moon,
Up to heaven he flew,
high into the stars,
Traveling towards his eternity light.
His family saddened,
dwelling with compassion,
for eachother,
As they looked down at him,
they knew he was in a better place.

and, now, i'm fine, trying to go to college to accomplish what he wanted me to do more than anything, and death was always hard for me, as it is for anyone, but that was probably the worst one to ever happen to me. My grandma still thinks about it everyday, they were married for over 60 years and I always wanted a love like that for myself, it has been really hard for her, and I'm the only one she has. I live in Florida now, and she lives all the way in massachusetts so all i can do is call her everyday. She told me to stay in florida because I have to start my life and be with the man i love, just how she was with her love until the very end. I learned alot from this happening, it made me stronger in every sense. I really hope someday I can live my life like my grandparents, just being happy together and thats all they ever needed, no matter how poor they were. I'm just glad, I am who i am now, and how he made me realize so much in life, and when your dying, you reflect on everything that has ever happened in your life, and when I die, I want to reflect back on amazing nice happy moments in my life. I'm glad i finally figured everything out for myself.

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