My Grandfather's death

My Family Grandfather's death

Retrospectively, my grandfather’s death happened like it was yesterday. It had a big influence on me, and also changed my life. My grandfather was already 83 years old, but he was still very healthy and optimistic. I still remember the day of his death when I was eighteen years old in my native country. The whole day was shrouded in darkness. It was a summer morning, when I was falling in dream on my comfortable bed, the phone was ringing. ”hello…”I yawned and rubbed my eyes.”Mei, come…come here, your grandfather had a heart attack, and the doctor are trying to save him right now!” My mum cried. I did not really know what was going on. However, I knew that he was in a terrible situation. When I rushed into the hospital, everyone was standing in the doorway of his room. I could see doctors and nurses were revolving around his bed and doing CPR for him. After ten minutes, it looked that was not working. The doctor came out and announced they had to give up. Everyone cried with grief. I had never been this kind situation in my life, I was crying right away. Suddenly, I felt how weak life could be and the family was so important to me. I really did not want to lose any relatives any more. I had never recognized how family was important to individual before, but I deeply understood it from my grandfather’s death.