Narrative: Losing My Grandfather

Name: Course: Institution: Date: Narrative Losing my grandfather at the age of eight years created a wild void in my life that no one could ever fill. No matter how hard I tried to cope with the situation, it just became harder and tougher along the way. On many occasions, I could remember how he used to tell me that I was the best among his grandchildren. Although everyone in the family thought that he was old enough to depart in peace, I always found a reason to differ their arguments. As days went by, I missed his humorous jokes and ways of telling stories. I would always stay alone in my room just thinking about the loss. The issue raised an alarm to my beloved mother because she knew she was losing a child, something she could not stand. The lady summoned me for a discussion about the issue when she realized that no one could change how felt. Unfortunately, all I could do for the best part of the meeting included crying out my pain. The thought of how the old man would always stand for his family in time s of need kept disturbing me and I could hardly catch sleep in most cases. My entire mind and concentration worked towards the future problems we may end up facing as a family. As days turned in to weeks and the latter to months, I realized that my life had turned into a phase of fears due to the loss. The main tension came from the idea that the only person who could protect the family is long gone. One day, I locked myself into the bedroom and decided to approach all my fears one by one because an awakening had hit me that the condition may end up affecting my mother. Morals demanded a composed daughter to support the growth and development of the family no matter how hard the situations proved as the only child. The greatest fear involved the tragedy and since it lived in the past, my life got entangled into two options; either to render the rest of beautiful years on the way useless or to accept the hard fact and find better ways to cope with the prevailing circumstances. At some point, my final decision could determine the health and welfare of the most important person in my life. Choosing to deviate from the right ways would probably come with other traumatizing memories and according to me, the pressure was already enough. I, therefore, decided to accept the challenge we had faced as a family. As I sat on ...