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Comments: I will admit before you read this paper that I am a poor writer. Weakness is grammar and really getting my thought across. My strengths is that I have a lot to say on the subject of my paper. Old People i was not quite sure what your initial setting was. maybe you could be more specific in your initial paragraph because all i was getting is that your grandfather moved in with your family. maybe explain more in depth as to why you chose to avoid your grandfather initaly. “But mom, I don’t want him to live here” I said as my mother started to explain to me how they were adding an addition to our house so my grandfather could move in with us. My parents always tried to get me to go over and visit my grandfather my whole life and I would always weasel my way out of it with a dance class or saying I had too much homework. Of course, my mother always used the saying “He won’t always be around and you should cherish the time you have with him.” The sad thing was that I didn’t care what my mother said and I was simply scared of old people and didn’t want to be around one that was told he could keel over anytime soon. January 1, 2009, the addition has been added and my family is moving in my grandfather. I thought to myself that my social life had been ruined. I mean who wants to come over to my house with my grandfather walking around? We had random nurses all over to take care of my grandfather, which made me feel like I was being watched everywhere I went and did something. My family thought I was being selvage but I just didn’t know my grandfather so it felt to me that there was a complete stranger living in our house. January 4, 2009, school starts back up from Christmas break and I have to deal with another person in my morning routine, lets just say I’m not a morning person. My parents decide that it was my duty to make breakfast for my grandfather as well as sit and talk to him in the morning while they got ready for work. So what became the usual breakfast for my grandfather, two eggs, toast with jelly, and bacon was my new headache for the morning. The even more annoying thing than making his breakfast was having to talk to him as well. My grandfather was a strangle old man. He would talk to himself and instead of my dog following him he followed the dog. Soon I just got used to the old mans crazy actions and started to see him as a comic relief. I finally lightened up and gave my grandfather a chance sense he did make me laugh with his daily routines like howling like my dog Mia. My mother always told me that my grandfather was an interesting man to talk to but I never really gave him a chance till he moved in. I found out that he was a solider in World War II, knows everything about trains, and loves red sweaters. He was someone to talk to which was nice and even though he probably had no idea what I was talking about he would always said, “tell me more”. When I would come downstairs to get my mom’s opinion on an outfit and whether I should wear heels or flats he always chimed in saying, “Always go with heels. It makes your legs look better.” The man knew his fashion. A year had gone by since my grandfather had moved in with us and I wasn’t scared of at least one old person and it wouldn’t be a normal day without talking to him. One day we both woke up and did our normal routines of getting ready for the day, but something was wrong as we sat for our usual breakfast meal. He was having trouble walking and he wasn’t sure where he was. Then when I walked him to his favorite chair before my carpool arrived he couldn’t walk straight so I literally had to carry him and call for my dad to help. My uncle shortly arrived after to come pick my grandfather up to take him to the retirement home that he usually goes to everyday while the rest of us are off at school or work. My dad, uncle, and myself stood around my grandfather asking him what was wrong and deciding whether we should take him to the hospital or not. The carpool arrived and not knowing what to do I left the house not knowing if my grandfather was going to be okay. That was the last time I ever saw my grandfather as a normal functioning person. While we were all sleeping the night before my grandfather had suffered from a stroke. It slowly caught up to my grandfather, as he was getting ready for his day at the retirement home. I only saw him once after that morning. That year made me appreciate my grandfather for the great man he was and how he made me look at life in a completely different way. He never once not have a smile on his face and always welcomed my friends with a great big “Hello” or how he follow Mia around to see who she was braking at in our front yard. I miss those days were I could just tell him about my day or ask which shoes looked better for my outfit. I’m the youngest out of six grandchildren and I’m the only one that got to spend time and really get to know him. I couldn’t bear to go see him before a week before he past. I had never lost someone so close to me before and didn’t know how to cope with the pain of thinking he could go at anytime. My mother went to sleep every night crying and I knew I had to be strong for her and not show how worried I was for my grandfather and be that person to tell her “that everything is going to be okay.” I never cried those three weeks that he was in the hospital. Two week past and my family had finally convinced me to go see my grandfather in the hospital. I didn’t know who that man was laying in the hospital bed. My grandfather was a completely person and lost all motor skills so talking to him was one big mumble for him. Three weeks changed everything and my grandfather laid in that bed patiently waiting to be relived from his pain. I only stayed for twenty minutes because it was too heart breaking for my mother and me. When I got home that afternoon after visiting, I noticed my dog had been lying in his bed more since the morning after my grandfather’s stroke. I joined Mia as she laid on his bed and I prayed that my grandfather would be home soon. Another week past and worried that I hadn’t heard of any updates on my grandfather I asked my mother and she responded “Me and my brothers and sister have decided to take him off the breathing machine tomorrow. Plans will start tomorrow on the funeral.” That was all she said before she started to cry and walk upstairs. My grandfather was gone and I couldn’t do anything about it. I woke up that Sunday and got dressed for a funeral. I walk into the funeral home and into the room where my grandfather laid to rest in an open cassette. I saw him and fell to the ground grasping for air and crying hysterically as if a car had just hit. My family gathers around me as my mom hugs me and I look up to her catching my breath and said, “Thank you. Thank you for moving him in with us and making me get to know him.”