Fourth Of July Research Paper

Independence Day
The 4th of July is supposed to be an extremely fun, and patriotic time as an American holiday. However, I found it hard at the time to believe that this year’s 4th of July was going to be as joyful as the ones that have preceded it, especially with the events that have recently happened. Although our grandpa’s health had been steadily declining over the past few years, we certainly did not expect his health to suddenly dive down drastically, forcing our family and relatives to take him to the hospital. The reasons why our grandpa’s health had skydived wasn’t exactly pinpointed, but it was safe to presume that it was a combination due to old age, and a myriad of other health problems common in the elderly. It was an agonizing sight for my family, and even more so for my parents, to see that their father was in the condition that he was in at the time. The sounds of sobbing and crying filled the room, along with the beeps of medical equipment; the taste of our own tears also find its way into our minds, and effectively, our tongues. As we lamented the state of health our grandfather was in, my family and I closed in and hugged him tightly, and even being in an almost paralyzed state, we could see him tearing up, which would penetrate my mind, and leave a mark in my memory for a long time to come.
Although it

was excruciatingly hard to let go of Grandpa, we unfortunately, had to due to matters to at stake. When me and my family let our hands and arms go of him, we moved into a common room to discuss the future close at hand. It was clear that Grandpa would not survive long in these drastic conditions that we had just seen him in, as the hospital staff taking blood samples only weakened, and weakened our grandfather. It was immensely painful especially for my father to watch, as he knew that the nurses were effectively sucking out the lifespan of his father. Alas, there was nothing we could do, as ultimately, it was up to the hospital workers, not us, to dictate treatment. In the common room, we discussed the not so distant future on the subject of Grandpa’s funeral, and his gravestone. At times, we even discussed it in the room that he was present in, which in hindsight, is extremely saddening. Unfortunately, the inevitable finally came for death to take our grandpa’s life, and immediately when he flatlined, the room was filled with the loud noises of mourning. The frantic movement around the room, our uncle blessing our grandfather to go up to heaven; it was all too much for my father, which even with the immense fortitude that he was known for amongst our family, also broke down and sobbed.
Fast forward to July 4th, 2015, 3 years after grandpa died, we were celebrating normally like a typical American family for the holiday.

The sight of fireworks exploding, our own and the rest of the nation’s, BBQ making our tastebuds water, the smell of lit fireworks and food filling the air. It was an extremely enjoyable and fun time, but we hadn’t forgotten about our late grandfather. After we finished cleaning everything up for the 4th of July, we sat down in front of a picture of our grandparents who passed away, and we prayed both silently, and out loud. It was still as emotional for my father, as it was on the day that his father

died.
This photo, or memory is significant to me, as it’s a picture of me and my family celebrating the 4th of July, which also happens to be the day when my grandfather died. It was an extremely emotional time for me and my family; especially for the parents, who had another burden of organizing and scheduling all the events of the hospital, and eventually, the funeral. Even though my grandfather has passed, he still lives on in our spirits, as my family and relatives still pray for him. Our grandfather has not been forgotten.