Personal Narrative: Whatcha Watching Grandpa

“That’s where I went to school. Kids used to climb up the wall and touch the top of the observatory and climb back down,” said my dad.
“I know. you already told us,” I said.
“Oh” he said, catching up to my cousins.

I asked “Whatcha’ watching Grandpa?”
“Some spy movie,” he answered.
“Is that the bad guy? Why’d he do that? Who is that?” asked my cousins.
“Did I ever tell you about how Grandpa proposed?” asked my grandma.
“I don 't think you have,” replied my grandpa.
“We’ve heard,” we said.
“It was my birthday and he told me he had bought me a present I would love. I was very curious as to what it was because he was in medical school and didn 't have a lot of money.”
“A great gift doesn 't have to cost a lot,” said my grandpa.
“Right, right.

“Grandpa seems kinda out of it,” said my brother.
“Yeah, he didn’t have much to say when Grandma told the proposal story,” I said.
“Well, he’s not really feeling 100 percent. This is probably the last trip you’ll get to see Grandpa,” said my dad.
“Has the cancer metastasized?” I

I haven 't heard it,” I lied.

“Grandpa passed away,” said my dad.
“Oh,” I said.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” said my dad.
“I spent my last time with him...working on a project I did poorly on for a class I don’t like...for a grade that doesn 't even matter,” I said blinking back tears.
“He knew you had to get your homework done. He wasn’t himself on this last visit. You got to spend time with him before things got really bad and that’s when he wanted to spend time with you,” said my dad.
“Grandma Linda looks different from the last time you saw her,” said my mom. “How is she doing?” I asked.
“Not very well. ALS is awful. she can’t really speak or walk and she has to be fed through a tube every few hours,” said my mom.

“I love Grandma, but it’s hard to spend time with her. she cries whenever she sees us,” said my brother.
“It’s hard to see her like this and I feel bad when I can 't understand what she says,” said my sister.
“I know guys, but she likes to spend time with you and you would cry too if you were in her position. Don’t feel bad, Anna. It’s not your fault she can’t talk. You guys are pretty much her only joy in life,” said my mom. The living room doors creaked open and
I asked “ Whatcha’ watching