Personal Narrative: My Grandpa's Death
Humans come into this world and will one day exit this world, some people faster than other. This is the story of my grandpa's death.
It was the cry that did it. I was sitting down on the floor happily playing my video games in my room not paying attention to the world around me but deeply inside Forza 4, a racing game that was popular during the time (2012). My Dads sister Aunt Rugiya, a short light skinned long haired lady called me to my grandpa's room as tears ran down her face. As I walked to my grandpa's room with Aunt Rugiya I knew something terrible had happened or was gonna happen soon. We got to the room which was 4 doors down the hall from mine. As I opened the door a burst of pressure hit me, as I saw 4 of my other Aunties …show more content…
I already knew what was going on and what was happening but I couldn't stop myself from asking as tears started to drop from my already watery eyes. As my mom told me my grandpa was going to pass away, even though I already knew, something happened to me. The warm air turned freezing cold and the whitely painted walls became black and all I could hear was the crying of my elders. I couldn't move and my breathing became heavy while sweat came rushing down my face. Suddenly everything stopped. Everything was back to normal and I look at my grandpa and say “are you going to live” in somali because thats where we were at the time. He sad in a soft voice “no these are my last few minutes”. We all did religious rituals that occurred only when someone was going to die. My grandpa smile and gave me some words of wisdom he told me, “NEVER go astray from the right path, good-bye” and those were his last words. At this point I was crying so hard and I couldn't bear it. I hugged my grandpa and replied “good bye I will never leave the straight path”. My grandpa, Qaasim Mohummed Ali died at age 115 on October 15 2012 in
It was the cry that did it. I was sitting down on the floor happily playing my video games in my room not paying attention to the world around me but deeply inside Forza 4, a racing game that was popular during the time (2012). My Dads sister Aunt Rugiya, a short light skinned long haired lady called me to my grandpa's room as tears ran down her face. As I walked to my grandpa's room with Aunt Rugiya I knew something terrible had happened or was gonna happen soon. We got to the room which was 4 doors down the hall from mine. As I opened the door a burst of pressure hit me, as I saw 4 of my other Aunties …show more content…
I already knew what was going on and what was happening but I couldn't stop myself from asking as tears started to drop from my already watery eyes. As my mom told me my grandpa was going to pass away, even though I already knew, something happened to me. The warm air turned freezing cold and the whitely painted walls became black and all I could hear was the crying of my elders. I couldn't move and my breathing became heavy while sweat came rushing down my face. Suddenly everything stopped. Everything was back to normal and I look at my grandpa and say “are you going to live” in somali because thats where we were at the time. He sad in a soft voice “no these are my last few minutes”. We all did religious rituals that occurred only when someone was going to die. My grandpa smile and gave me some words of wisdom he told me, “NEVER go astray from the right path, good-bye” and those were his last words. At this point I was crying so hard and I couldn't bear it. I hugged my grandpa and replied “good bye I will never leave the straight path”. My grandpa, Qaasim Mohummed Ali died at age 115 on October 15 2012 in