Personal Narrative Essay

My grandfather was a family man, never once did he not have time for his family, whether it was helping me with my homework, or just laughing and joking with the family. Unfortunately, he had non-Hodgkin's lymphoma; he was diagnosed in late spring of 2011. The sky was shining bright that day, a nice warm breeze in the air, grass was green, and the trees were almost all full with leaves. It was upsetting to the whole family hearing that he had non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, but we didn't give up hope. So throughout the whole summer, he had been going to chemotherapy, he was doing pretty well.
November was the beginning of the end, well at least to me. He had to get a hospital bed put in his family room, he wasn't able to go upstairs anymore, and it had caused him a lot of work and struggle to get up. Around Thanksgiving time, he was able to eat, but not a whole lot. He was the type of guy who was man of the house that went bowling during the winter every week and golfing during the summer, took the whole family fishing. Him becoming the sick, weak grandfather, that needed help to get up, was just very different to see.
He got sicker every day. He had to wear pain patches, or otherwise he was in terrible agony. It was around late November now, he was extremely ill, more than before, you could tell he was getting very weak.

So my grandmother figured that it was with Hospice two weeks when he went to a nursing home because it was very hard for our family to take care of him, and because we thought we might hurt him, when we were only just taking caring of him. He was only in the nursing home, no more than 24 hours when, the worst