Personal Narrative: How Death Changed My Life

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While I was growing up I knew death was something that was going to eventually happen and sadly it happened sooner than I expected. I believed in death and got the idea of the feeling. Through the ages of six to fifteen I have only been to three funerals but I was not a family member, which means it did not affect me in anyway. I would feel sorry for the family but that was the closest to me feeling sad. At the age of sixteen I experienced the horrible feeling of losing a loved one. On October 5, 2015 my grandma decided she wanted to leave Houston, Texas and move with us to Brownsville, Texas. During the month she was with me, we would do everything together. In the mornings I would wake up and make her coffee and I would be there with her

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