Personal Essay: Lesson Of Life

Lessons of Life
I woke up one Saturday morning to my mother screaming for me to hurry up and get dressed. As I still lay in bed forcing my eyes to open and focus on the little line of sunlight shining through my curtains. I felt so frustrated knowing that it was the one weekend in over three weeks that I didn’t have school or work. I just wanted to be able to relax in bed all day, staying in my warm, comfy pajamas and not have any plans.
My mom had finally made her way up to my room to make sure I woke up and was getting out of the bed. This Saturday she volunteered for her and I to go spend the day with my great-granddad, who lives in a nursing home. Personally, I absolutely hated the twice a month visit to that dreadful musty smelling place. My mom always insisted that I need to make sure to dress in some of my nicest clothes, however I never understood why because all the old people in the nursing home were able to stay in their pajama outfits all day and the nurses were in comfortable scrubs. We have always been that one family that has to look better than everyone else.
My great-grandad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s about 6 years ago, and not shortly after his diagnoses my great-grandmother had passed away from a stroke. After her death there was no one else able to give him that constant

I answered the phone like it was any other normal conversation, but what I heard was tragic. I could tell by the sound of her stuffed up nose that she had been crying. All she said was, “Honey, your great-granddad has passed away. I will be home after a while.” I think she was still in shock herself and didn’t exactly know how to tell me what had happened. He ended up having a massive heart attack, and by the time the ambulance had arrived at the nursing home, he was lifeless and they were unable to bring him