My grandpa
It was Sunday afternoon when my grandma called to tell him things were not going very good with my grandpa and that they were going to get the results tomorrow to see what was wrong with him. Monday, May 10 2010, my mom took us out of school early and told me the news, I started to cry. She told us that they only gave him a few days to live.
Since there was no bus headed San Luis Potosi, Lagunillas we couldn’t go that same day but we went to get the bus tickets for the next day at 10:00 in the morning. I started to pack everything, I wanted to get there already but that day went by really slow.
On Tuesday morning I got up and gathered everything and waited for my mom and sister. My dad was crying because he wasn’t going to be able to say his last goodbyes to his father. Once we got on the bus we met up with my uncle my dad’s brother, he got off and hugged my dad they started to cry together. I wanted the bus to leave already and get there as fast as it could but it didn’t. I kept thinking to myself why did this happen to my grandpa who would of thought.
We got to Mexico, San Luis Potosi lagunillas, at 3:00 in the morning we got a taxi and went to the hospital were my grandpa was at Santa Catarina.
When we got there we saw my aunt praying for my grandpa in a chapel we called her and she looked back here eyes were red and we ran up to her giving her a hug. She took us to the room were my grandpa was at, I cried when I saw him on the hospital bed, he looked so skinny. I hugged him and gave him a kiss but he didn’t react to anything he just moved his hands very little. I turned to face my grandma she was standing right next to my grandpa I hugged her and cried.
There were a lot of family members in the hospital they were there because they loved my grandpa a lot even though he was a grumpy person. I didn’t sleep at all that day I just wanted to be there for my grandpa; I talked to him and told him how much I loved him. Tears started to come out of his eyes but he didn’t open them. Later that day everyone got together in the room where my grandpa was at and we all prayed. I was holding his hand but I didn’t want to let go.
My mom told me that I have to eat something, even though my stomach was hurting I didn’t want to eat. The pain grew worse. So I decided to eat.
Later that night I fell asleep on all the suitcases and next thing I know the beeping sound came on. I ran and grabbed my grandpa’s hand and tightened it he started to throw up and he turned purple he became so cold and more tears started to come out I started to yell “NOO NOT MY GRANDPA NO!”
My mom hugged me and so did my grandma she went all crazy they gave her a pill so that she could calm down. Everything happened so quick.
