Grandpa’s Illness

When I woke up, my father's voice rang in the door of the bedroom and cried, "Get up, you were burning the sun." On the stairs, I woke up from sleep last night. When we entered the kitchen, I thought what to eat for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, omelets, or just a cereal. I am hungry. Mom and dad are waiting in the kitchen as usual. Mother is ready to do anything if we can agree and dad is sitting at the table watching the news.

In the latter part of August, my grandfather was sick. My grandfather and I have a special relationship. We are too close. I have been to him many times with our daughter, but my husband came with us the last time I went home. I spent the night with my grandfather, lying next to his hospital bed and handed him the music he likes. I departed at 12:30 and I knew that our daughter might get up, I have to do. He will not stand up to her any longer. I explained to the nurse when I first got back, but if there was any change I called at night. The next day, after my 5 - year - old daughter stood up, I kept preparing and I was about to let her go to pick me up, so I was able to return to my grandfather. He did not get up. Please ignore. When I returned to bedroom hospital, I asked him to get up and take his daughter, so time passed. At this time my mother called me saying that my grandfather was dead. Just before making a call. This is 10 am

I am now 17 years old, and I am at the cusp of adults. I remember the time when Grandpa George went to meet some relatives shortly after he recovered from a serious illness. This disease dropped him in the shadow of his former lively self. When we were about to cross the busy road, I felt a crumpled wrinkle looking for me. That is Grandpa George. He grasped my hand firmly - once I was - I helped him cross the road. It impressed me that day that the time reversed our role seriously.

After a short visit with my grandparents, we went to Philadelphia PA Airport. Let us all go to the airport to get the help of our grandparents. My grandfather and father are on a wagon, my grandfather's friend is driving me, my sister and my mother. My grandfather and his friend stayed until we were in the air. After the plane departed, my grandparents returned to Palmerton with a wagon. After that, the car is delivered to the person who has already purchased it. Flight to Rio is very long. When we arrived at the airport, we were very tired and felt a bit awkward. Once I got off the plane and got my luggage, the next step was customs. When he comes with us to our suitcase, you should look on the face of the custom agent. This is one of the few things whitening can be applied to someone's face. He got a yellow suitcase as a suitcase to check first. We five people work hard so that we do not pay attention