And my experience with them
The darkest hour has only sixty minutes- Morris Mandel
The shortest way out is the longest through. My life has been pretty cushy up to this point. I have had, however, my fair share of a few hard times. When I was six years of age, my grandfather, who was only in his mid-sixties, passed away from pancreatic cancer. In 2011, after a year-long battle, and to everyone’s great surprise, my grandfather lost a battle with cancer. I remember my dad telling me and my siblings the news and us all just sitting there dumbstruck. None of us knew what to do. At first I had no idea what to say. My siblings and I were all very young and up to that point I had thought my grandpa was on his way to recover. My mom was in Maryland to visit him in the hospital but I hadn’t thought anything of it. When I heard the news it took me by surprise so much I couldn’t speak for at least ten minutes. When I finally could speak again I was feeling so many things at one, sad, angry, anxious and even a little happy that he went so peacefully. When my whole family all went to his funeral, I remember being extremely sad and overwhelmed at all the people there. I would get lost and cry and not know what to do but I would go find one of my cousins and try and take my mind of it. My grandfather was such an important person in my life and one I had a great relationship with at the time. To lose a loved one that you are close to at that age was awful. Looking back on it now, it still hurts today but just a little less. I can’t really say my life is horrible but that’s not to say I haven’t went through hard times.