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The saddest day of my life
Crying my eyes out and wishing it never happened, I sat at the cemetery as he was placed into the ground. The cemetery was called Holy Cross. My grandpa, an amazing man named Alfonso Cano died by having a stroke. He was amazing because he was always there for me and my family. He worked his whole life to support his family. This was the hardest thing because me and my grandpa were really close. One of my favorite things I did with him was spending time with him. I was his favorite grand -daughter. He was only in his seventies and him and my grandma both had diabetes. Because of his illness he was in a wheelchair. He was in his wheelchair for over 2 years.
Hands moving, me and my grandpa used to play cards and laugh a lot with each other. I sometimes talked spanish to my grandpa and grandma. When he passed away I felt shattered. The day I found out he had a stroke we were eating dinner and my uncle called my mom and said there a chance that my grandpa can die. We rushed to the hospital and all my family was there.
My family, four concerned people, went to go see him and I was able to talk to him before he took his last breath. Grandpa said, “I love you mija and I’ll be in a better place now.” I responded, “I love you too grandpa.” and then I squeezed his hand and then left the room crying. Shortly after that he passed away. He died on January 19 2010
After he died there was a funeral and there was over 200 people there. All the guests, red eyed and sad, doing their best to celebrate his life. Then I was crying my eyes out ,me and my cousins were sitting and hugging each other. We had mariachis because he loved Mexican music and my grandma and grandpa use to listen to Mexican music. The funeral and mariachis created a peaceful moment. This moment in my life was peaceful because it taught me that life was short and make the most out of spending time with family.