In 2007 on November 8th me and my family were coming home from eating when suddenly my dads phone rang, it was his sister she was crying and that's when my dad knew something was wrong he rushed to our house running every single red light, then we arrived.
My life flashed before my eyes I was only 4 years old but I understood everything so well. There was police going in and out of my house, the ambulance rushing into the first floor my dad taking me sibilings onto the second floor. Everything was happening so quick until they brought my grandpa out of the house on a hospital bed. At that moment I knew something was gonna happen and I was right my aunt started going crazy she just wanted to run up to him she couldn't stand the fact that he was gone, the rest was chaos.
When I saw my grandpa come out all I had were flashbacks of the very little but only memories I had of me and him especially since I was his favorite out of all of my other cousins since I was the youngest he would treat me like his own daughter and if anyone ever tried to harm me he would always be there, he was the only one there for me when I wouldn't have anyone to play dolls with. Then my mind went blank and all I could feel were tears rushing down my face while my brother holds me in his arms telling me everything will be ok. I fell asleep after that so I don't really know what happened but all this feels like it just happened yesterday.
This affected my life because me and my grandpa had a really good bond and I love him so much so losing him was like losing apart of me.
