Personal Narrative: My Grandma's Death

My Grandma’s Death We were having a great day at Worlds of Fun, the air smelled of the cotton candy I was eating. The fluffy candy melted in my mouth. We were all having a great time. That’s until my dad pulled his phone swiftly out of his pocket, and decided to check the time. Instead what he found was a text from my aunt. My grandma’s legs were bleeding badly and she wanted to die. How could such a great day become the worst day? After that text, we left and headed to the hospital. As we drove to the hospital, I could feel the sick feeling in my stomach growing worse and worse, I felt like throwing up. I was scared, and so was everybody else. The car ride was mostly my mom sparing us the details of what happened while my dad raced us there. “She has internal bleeding in her legs. She arrived early this afternoon.” Mom said, and didn’t say anymore. She was probably thinking that we were already scared enough and that my younger
We raced inside, probably scaring the nurses. They looked at us as if we were crazy but they probably get people like that alot. The smell of the hospital makes me feel sick, it smells like too much hand sanitizer. We all huddled around the front desk and found out where my grandma was. We found out that she was in the surgery unit, but that they would call us when she was allowed visitors again. She wants to die, is all I could think. We all took a seat in the itchy hospital chairs. I don’t like the hospital, it gives me a sick feeling that I can’t shake off. After 3 long and worrisome hours, we were allowed to go see her. She was very pale and very cold, but she was alright and that’s all that I cared about at the moment. As it became night, more family members arrived with bright looking flowers and decorative get well soon cards, the kind that you would see at Walmart. My aunt was one of the first to arrive, right after us. We decided to leave and let her