Personal Narrative: My Grandfather's Loss

Two years ago, my grandfather was in the hospital. Not enough blood pumping to his heart, and with the circulation in his leg getting increasingly worse, the doctor told us the one thing me and my mother would never want to hear.

“We have to cut his leg off.”

We were hanging off a cliff of hope, and with that simple seven word sentence, we lost our grip and fell into the abyss of worry, tears and anticipation for the worst.

Weeks after the doctor told us the news, my grandfather emerged from the operation room with only one leg, and I struggled to hold my tears in.

Throughout life, moments of weakness could lead to catastrophic events. My grandfather lacked the strength to exercise his leg, and because of that, his leg was gone.

However,