Every person’s life has a moment in which an event that will be memorable occurs. It doesn’t matter if it is positive, negative or both, it will always be remembered. One event that I will never forget is when my grandfather died. I still vividly recall the emotions and thoughts that I experienced at that time. Although this was not a positive event, it does not mean that one cannot remember it. It is difficult to talk about the death of a loved person. However, that day will remain in my life forever.
It was November 7, 2014. I still remember that day as if it was the week before. I thought it would be my fifth-grade younger self’s typical school day. My mother picked me up from school with my sister and waited until we got in the car to tell us the shocking news that neither my little sister nor I could have expected. My grandfather had just collapsed. It seemed like time stopped, and I just froze. My heart stopped, my pulse sank and I felt a thud in my chest. I was so stunned I couldn’t speak or move for one minute. My ears rang to my little sister’s cries. She was just 7 years old at the time, and could only sob. I couldn’t process what I heard. I asked my mother one question that didn’t make sense to me. She replied, “What does it mean?” He died.” I understood the words she spoke and heard them clearly. However, I couldn’t accept the fact that a man who I had loved and known since I was a child would not be just a phone call away or a car ride away. Another thing I will never forget about this day was my father’s return home to see him weep for the first times in his entire life. His father, his role model and his hero, had just gone without any warning. Imagine your own fathers, role models and parents, dying suddenly leaving you with no way to say goodbye or a reminder of their lives.
My father returned from work that night much earlier than usual and hugged me, my mother, and each of our siblings before explaining the events and how they had occurred. I was speechless after hearing the details. My mother took my siblings and me upstairs to our rooms. I mischievously climbed down my stairs to listen, but my father, whom I considered large, fearless and fearless, was there. I felt sorrow as he said that he had never said goodbye. My father’s tears hurt almost as much as the earlier news that I received that day. It was the most heartbreaking and vivid memory of my life. I knew there was nothing that I could do to help my parents or ease their pain. My grandfather’s death was a turning point in my life that helped me understand the true meaning and value of loss. No matter how old, sick or injured a loved one may be, the passing of a loved is something that one cannot prepare for. My grandfather’s passing was a moment I will never forget. I remember the words my mother spoke to me. I also remember the pain in my heart when I felt a knife cutting through my heart. It is possible to never be prepared for an unforgettable moment in your life. However, it will forever change you. The death of my grandfather was something I will never forget. I was forever changed by it.
2014 was a difficult year for many because of this experience. It was a terrible and horrible moment. This case reminds me of my University Student years. It was something I could never have imagined. Despite the fact that it was many years ago, I still recall the entire event. Everyone experiences both the good and bad in their lives. It happened all so quickly. I learned many lessons from this experience. This experience taught me many lessons.
Because I had an amazing experience with my family, I can’t think of a worse experience. If I had to choose one thing, it would be about myself. It was the birthday of my three-year-old sister. I want to surprise my sister with a birthday cake. So I decide to spend my savings money on a birthday cake. I decided to go to a bakery in the evening to pick a cake for my sister’s birthday. Because my sister loves chocolate, I chose the chocolate cake. After buying a cake, my mother called me and said that I would be coming home soon. I walked into our house after arriving at the front door. We lived on the fourth floor of a seven-story building. I pushed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to open. It was a joy to see the innocent smile on my sister’s face. I did not know that the next minute would bring about something terrible.
The elevator light suddenly went out on the third floor. The elevator wouldn’t go up anymore, so I tried pressing buttons to get to the ground floor. It didn’t work. I was stunned and didn’t know how to proceed. So I calmed myself and called my mom. Mother didn’t answer because my sister was playing with her mom phone. My phone battery had only 2 percent left, and I was extremely scared. I called my mom again and again. Finally, my phone shut down due to the fact that I had used all of its battery. So I shouted and called for help. Lucky for me, the man living on the third floor heard what I was saying. He approached me at the elevator door, and tried to comfort my anxiety by talking to me. He called my family to find people who could help me. It could take up to two hours to fix the problem. The technician stated that there were technical issues with the elevator. The elevator was restored to normal, and the door was opened. I got out of the elevator and met my family, who were waiting for me. I thanked the men on the third floor for fixing the elevators.
This was the most horrible thing I have ever experienced in my life. It taught me many lessons. This was the worst experience I have ever had. It is impossible to predict the future so we must do our best to meet it. This was an experience that taught me how I could face emergency situations. It is something that I will never forget. This event is something I will never forget.