The Worst Day of my Life Essay
The Worst Day of my Life
The loss of my grandfather was a disaster. It was the night before my great grandfather died. First of all, my family and I were sitting down at home watching a documentary about dolphins. Suddenly, I heard a knock in the door, so I went to open the door to find that it was my grandfather. I kissed his hand and his head but he was not happy as usual because he did not give me attention. The Strange thing was that he went directly to my bedroom where he always sleeps when he visits us; however, he did not salute my family or sat with us as usual. I told my parents that my grandfather was in my bedroom and he was sleeping. They said to me that he was tired and he was old so he needs some rest. I did not believe them because my grandfather was always happy and he slept in my bedroom on Friday afternoon after we eat lunch.
After thirty minutes, I had to watch my favorite show, so I went to my room, I opened my bedroom door and sat on my brother bed because my grandfather was sleeping in my bed. After the show finished, I had to wake him in order to go to his home, but he did not respond me, he had passed away. I called my parents to see what happened and they were shocking, even I was shocking because I remembered that I had just talked to him. I miss him a lot and I cannot forget him because he died in my bedroom, and whenever I went to my bed, I always remembered the moment he died and I am always dreaming a bad dreams about him. In brief, the day when I lost my grandfather was the worst day in my life.