Today I turn 13 and my grandpa took me to GameStop so I could pick my own gift out. I got an Xbox 360 along with about 2 games. I was so happy, and I gave my grandpa a lot of hugs and I thanked him a lot. He was the only one to get me something for my birthday. That didn't bother me though. I was glad and thankful I got anything to be honest.
About a month later my grandpa was sitting at the table. Me, him, and my grandma were sitting there eating breakfast. Suddenly my grandpa looked at me and said, "Call 911!." I was terrified I said, "What's wrong pops?" He said, "I can't breathe." I hurried and dialed 911, and I told them where to come and what was wrong. My grandpa fell in the floor and I grabbed his hand and said, "It's going to be okay pops. I promise." He smiled and fell unconscious. A few seconds later the paramedics rushed in and put him on a gurney. They put him in the ambulance, and before they took off I hopped inside the ambulance with them.
I rode all the way to the hospital with them. I couldn't leave my grandpa he was the only one, besides my grandma, that I had. I couldn't lose him not now. I walk in with him and when they took him into the ICU I couldn't go in. They said I was too young but at the time I didn't think so. I stayed in the hospital, and I refused to leave until I got to see my grandpa. I stayed there for 5 days until they finally let me in the room to see him.
Once I went back into the room where my grandpa was at, I noticed that he was on life support. I looked at him with tears going down my face, and I said, "Nothing is going to happen to you. You will make it through this." I hugged him then left the hospital. Two months later I went to go and see my grandpa at the hospital. As I walked in to go and see him, the nurse informed me that, he was no longer a patient at the hospital. I looked at her with a confused face and said, "What do you mean he's no longer a patient here?" She looked at me and replied, "Oh... my goodness you didn't know? He passed away today at 11:44 p.m." My heart dropped down into my stomach, and I ran out of the hospital.
A week later my grandpas funeral came around. When I walked in I seen all of my family members gathered around. All of my uncles were sitting around getting drunk. My grandma sat in a corner alone crying. Then about 5 minutes into the funeral service my mom staggered in. She was so high that she didn't know her own damn name.
I was so enraged that I walked up to her with my fists balled up. Once I got up to her I grabbed her by the hair of the head and dragged her outside. When we got out there I got in her face and yelled, "You are a fucking disgrace. If I ever see you come near me, high, again I will put you in the hospital." I then threw her on the ground and walked back inside. Everyone's eyes were on me at this moment. They had heard what I said to my own mother, and they was actually happy I said something to her. None of them wanted her there anyway.
After the funeral my uncle was driving me and my grandma home. I asked him to stop and get me a pack of smokes. He looked at me and asked, "Since when in the hell did you start smoking?" I looked at him and said, "You haven't been around almost all of my life. I've been smoking since about 3 years ago. So just stop and get me a fucking pack of smokes!" He said ok then pulled in at the gas station we were about to pass up. He walked in and got me a pack of Marlboro Blacks 100's.
He took 2 of the cigarettes out of the pack and handed them to me. I took one out and lit it, and it felt so good to finally have a cigarette after about 2 hours. I put in my headphones after lighting the cigarette and played some songs by Pink Floyd. As I was smoking and listening to music I looked out of the window. I started to think a lot about life and its mysteries. I started to think what did life hold for me, how was I going to turn out in this life, and what kind of mysteries is it going to have for me to solve.
