Every day I get up and at three o’clock I take my Grandpa to see my Grandma who recently broke her hip. She is in pretty horrible shape, and is constantly complaining that she can’t eat, her mouth is always sore, and she can’t even walk. My grandpa every day brings her grapes, some chocolate, and me. The only things that keep her alive, I know someday soon she will be dead, before my grandpa anyway, and when she dies. There will be a chain-reaction, he will go as well. No one in my family that was close to me has ever died, and I can’t imagine it happening, life without them. I remember when I use to go to their house when I was just a little tyke and do puzzles, watch the Price is Right. I was always afraid of their basement because it’s one of those pipes jumping out of the walls, stone flooring, just creepy in general. I always ran through it and closed my eyes, my grandma taught me my first word which was “Bird”. Perhaps not a sad story to anyone else, but ‘tis sad to me. Being able to see the death and sadness is someone you loves eyes, it’s heart breaking.