When I was 8 years old my grandfather died, it was the first time someone I knew died, it was a sad time for us, my mom cried a lot.
I don't really remember when my mom and dad got a divorce, but it was a really long time ago. But then, March 18th, 1996, my dad died, it was because he got cirrhosis of the liver. I went to his funeral on March 22nd. It was at 3:00 and there were lots of cars and white flowers. I tried to be strong and not cry, but then, boom, it all came out. Not that it mattered because everyone else was crying. But now I still think about him a lot but I have to get on with my life. The worst thing was that he died one week before my birthday so I didn't really feel like having a party. The week after my birthday I had to go to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.
Everything was getting back to being O.K., I was finally getting over my dads death and then this year on May 29th my grandma died. It was a really hard time because we were so close to her, she was 82 and still went to all of our baseball and football games and we saw her at least 3 times a week. Two years ago she went to Disney World with us and went on all the rides!
I will miss her for a long time.
Submission by Conrad's Mom