My Death: The Day My Grandfather's Death

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It was a dark, frightening night the day my grandfather died. His tragic end occurred on July 10, 2009. I was 10 years old during that period, but I can recall everything as if it had happened yesterday. Since I was borned until I turned 11, my dad used to live in the United States and go to Mexico over Christmas break. Therefore, during most of the year, my mom, sister, brother and I used to go and live with my maternal family instead of staying alone in our home. We thought that it would be safer to stay with her family regardless the crowded space rather than having space in our home but being completely alone with no one protecting us. Of course, we didn’t know that we were moving in with the real danger every time. My mother’s …show more content…

My uncle seemed to go crazy. He kept hitting himself, inconsolably crying, asking for forgiveness to us, to the skies. Consecutively kept yelling that it wasn’t his intention, maybe to feel better about himself. The fear and regret invaded over him and perhaps for panic was that he decided to flee never to return, leaving everything …show more content…

The next days were chaos. My family was arguing all of the time over if they should denounce Refugio to the authorities. Most of my uncles and aunts agreed that they should, they believed that it would be the only way for him to learn from his mistakes and change his immature behavior. However, my grandma said that she would rather prefer to be killed too than seeing her son spend his years in prison. Therefore, we continued with the funeral arrangements and justice was never made for my grandpa. Soon after the tragedy the family decomposed. His wife and children left the house. Two of my uncles and one aunt constructed their own homes and moved with their families. Christmas break came and we went back to our home. After eight months my grandma died. The doctors said that it was due to medical reasons, I think that she was just too sad. A year after my grandfather’s misfortune, we moved to Howard Lake, MN. Now every summer we go and visit my mom’s family maybe once a month. We are very separate from each other. Nobody ever talks about the accident or about my uncle, seems like he died too. However, there are rumors that he goes and visits my grandfather to his tomb in the nights. Perhaps he wasn’t taken to prison, but he is paying his sentence, alone, and with so much

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