How Death Changed My Life

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Everyone have experienced a death in their family, and we all know death is coming to all of us. I want to tell you a story about one death that changed my life. That death was the death of my grandfather, but I call him Papa. When He was alive, he smoked, he was mean, but I still miss him. To me, he was a little mean to me, but I knew in my heart that it was his way of pushing me forward, and to tell me that he loves me. He had a smoking problem and from that Papa got lung cancer. When he was informed that he had cancer, he did not show it on his face, but you could tell just how depressed he was about having cancer. The doctors notify us that he had lonely about a year to live, but I knew he was stronger than ever. Papa amazed the doctors

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