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Exposition/Inciting Incident

My grandfather was living with my family at our house from early June through late December of 2007 because he was sick. I asked my mom" What is grandpa sick with." My mother replied" He is in the last stage of colon cancer." Since he was at our house sick we saw people more often then usaul like my aunt and cousins stopped by. Also a lot of my grandpa's and grandma's friends and family stop by constantly. My mom helped as if she was nurse helping a paralyzed person. For instance my mom had bathe him because he wasn't strong enough to do it himself. Before he was at our house he was in the hospital. When he came home from the lonely hospital he looked so hungry he could eat a whole farm.

Rising Action

We had really big problems, once he said," I don't want to go to back to the hospital." Right away I asked, " Why not." There was no reply to my question. All he did was sigh. Later my mom told me" J.J. the reason he doesn't want to go back is he knows he is dying, but he wants to see us as much as he possibly could before he passes away. Plus he loves you just as much as a bee loves honey." I was thinking the whole night he must really love us to see us instead of getting more treatment and staying alive a little longer. Not going back to the hospital made him so sick he couldn't walk. We all know walking is key transportation. His legs were just too weak to walk. Which means he couldn't always make it to the bathroom. To top that the Kimo Therapy was making him sick to his stomach. Kimo therapy was the one thing he would go to the hospital for. I thought his decision was kind of laughing at him, but he looked happier then he did in the hospital. Climax

One cold, windy night in December my grandfather wasn't feeling well. My grandfather's groaning greatly bothered me because his voice was squeaking, so I asked if my sister and I could go to my aunt's house. We were having a blast playing with our aunt's dogs. The nurse that comes to our house told us "There is nothing to worry about." Boy was she ever wrong. The next morning he died of not being able to breathe. The worst thing about it was I wasn't even there when it happened. He always said that the early bird gets the worm, and he died as a the early bird. I had walked home to a flood of tears produced by my aunt, mom, and my grandmother. My whole family was there. I felt really guilty not being able to see him the day he died. It was five days before Christmas too. He always slept over our house on Christmas, but this year he obviously didn't make it. In a period of time of about two days everybody my grandpa really knew paid their respects, and then everything slowed down again until the wake and funeral. I asked my mom " Are you okay." She replied "No, not really." She isolated herself in the living room until the wake the next night. I didn't go because I don't like to see the dead.