Personal Narrative

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I was twelve years old when I was hit with devastating news. My dad called me at a peculiar time while I was at the mall. He informed me that my grandpa had died of a heart-attack; the news was devastating. Unlike some people, I had a fervent relationship with my grandpa. I have fond memories of him teaching me how to do simple but invaluable things, such as how to tie my shoes, how to fish, and how to shoot a rifle. He was more than my grandfather; he was my best friend. His death appalled me, especially because I had no preparation for his departure; it came completely out of the blue. I missed school for a few days prior to his funeral; I did nothing but grieve. My family and I went to his funeral, but it didn’t help much with my grieving.

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