Personal Narrative: My Uncle Mike's Death

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As I experience the death of my grandpa, Donald Hunger, my mind goes back to this past winter when my Great Uncle Mike died. It started out as a normal Saturday. I had practice that morning for basketball practice. I went home and took a shower after practice and then my girlfriend at the time came over to help me study for an Anatomy test that I had on Monday. We were sitting in the front room. The room was so hot that it felt like a sauna due to the black iron wood stove in the room. She would quiz me about the different parts of the digestive system. She would point at the picture, and I would have to tell her what part it was. This went on for a while, until the my world was turned upside down. My mom and dad slowly walk into the room. …show more content…

Once, there the family deliberated on when and where to do the visitation and funeral. Then the only problem was who would be the pallbearers? That was a rough affair for the family. In the end, I as well as my father, and brother were some of the pallbearers for Uncle Mike’s casket. The days following all of this are a haze. One instant I had a few days, and then the next it was time for the visitation. We were there and for an eternity. We met so many people that we had never met before. It was similar to the first day of middle school. We talked, and talked, and talked eventually everyone trickled out, and we all took one last look for the night and went home. Then the next day came in a blink of an eye. I woke up and felt this knot in my stomach. We ate breakfast and then left for the funeral. When we arrived there was a little service inside due to the weather being as cold as Antarctica outside. It was a heartwarming service, and then it came time to carry the casket. We all lined up around the casket all six of us. I was not the smallest. I was somewhere in-between strength wise. My brother and father were the strongest and they were put on separate sides. Then my uncle, and his son were on the same side as my brother. I was on the same side as my dad with another one of my

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