Personal narrative nonfiction

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    Losing My Grandfather Growing up, some of my best memories always seemed to revolve around visiting my grandfather. Whether it was going on walks down the street, fishing together at his house in the summer or playing games with him on winter evenings, I looked forward to every chance I had to spend time with him and learn from his wisdom. He was a good man with an incredible zest for life and always made me feel special whenever we were together. Little did I know that the day he passed away would mark the start of a difficult journey – one that I still struggle with today.

The first few weeks after his death felt like a foggy dream and nothing really made sense anymore. In addition to being completely overwhelmed by my emotions, there were so many little details that needed attention; from funeral arrangements and contacting various people who knew him, all mixed in with trying to cope as best as possible while grieving alone. I often found myself questioning why things happened they way they did but never could find any satisfactory answers - no matter how hard I tried coming up with them in my head or asking others for their opinions. It became clear very quickly that this experience wasn’t meant to be “solved” - rather it was something all too familiar which must be endured over time until eventually fading away into memory… Even now looking back years later it’s still hard not to think about those days when everything suddenly changed so drastically - yet somehow through it all managed not just endured but also taught me valuable lessons about life that may have otherwise gone unnoticed if not for having been thrust into such a situation unexpectedly. One lesson in particular stands out above all else: That despite how much pain can accompany loss, appreciating the moments spent enjoying what matters most is more important than anything else because even though certain events are beyond our control there is still hope found within those memories left behind by loved ones who have since moved on ahead… Another thing worth noting is how much different everything looks once you begin looking through an entirely new set of eyes- namely remembering what your loved one held dear gives you a better understanding of yourself and why you chose them as friends/family members in the first place! This realization can be both comforting during times of sorrow but also inspiring when seeking purposeful direction amid adversity (as sometimes life offers us obstacles much tougher than saying goodbye). Above anything else however what remains true throughout each stage of grief is simply this: That although mourning never truly ends, neither does love nor appreciation for those closest us – no matter how far apart we may end up physically or emotionally at any given moment along our respective journeys… Though losing my grandfather has certainly been extremely difficult at times over these past few years (and will continue being) ultimately his lasting influence helps keep me grounded even during times when everything seems chaotic and uncertain; reminding me frequently not just what matters most but also reinforcing why cherishing each moment spent together truly makes all difference between success/failure- regardless outcome ultimately comes out ahead