Personal Narrative: The Trail
The trail out back the beauty of nature and the smell of the fresh air. The leaves they’re falling all around you. As you walk the trail leads you to a big waterfall that not many people know about. As you just sit on the rock and watch the leaves fall while the sun sets it’s the most beautiful thing you could ever see. Listening to the birds make their music while lying on the rock besides the water. It’s calm and relaxing; However it can get a bit chilly. Sometimes if you take the four wheeler or dirt bike out back Zoey will run along side of you. Zoey is our dog she runs just as fast as the four wheeler does. Then I imagine of being a little girl again going out back with my dad. We used to catch salamanders on our way to where we were going.
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He used to take my cousin and I Nate to the farm everyday and do things with us. It didn’t matter what it was we made things from birdhouses to helping build the garage to cartoon cut outs. I loved it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday that I got the call from my dad on my way back from the mall with my mom asking me to go to little falls hospital. I didn’t know what was really going on so I told my mom to drop me off when I walked in I saw him there laying in the bed and I lost it. I felt so bad for my grandmother. It has to be hard being with someone sense you were 14 and losing them when you’re 72. It was around 1 in the morning and my grandfathers breathing started to slow down again. My dad and I walked in together, I heard the words from my grandmas mouth, I thought I would’ve never heard they were “I’m ready Bill.” As soon as she said that she made us all grab hands while she said a prayer. After the prayer it was the last time I’ve seen my grandfather. Although my grandfather couldn’t speak, he tried. I remember him trying to tell my grandma he loved her. And till this day 3 ½ years later I can’t get that image out of my head no matter how hard I
He used to take my cousin and I Nate to the farm everyday and do things with us. It didn’t matter what it was we made things from birdhouses to helping build the garage to cartoon cut outs. I loved it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday that I got the call from my dad on my way back from the mall with my mom asking me to go to little falls hospital. I didn’t know what was really going on so I told my mom to drop me off when I walked in I saw him there laying in the bed and I lost it. I felt so bad for my grandmother. It has to be hard being with someone sense you were 14 and losing them when you’re 72. It was around 1 in the morning and my grandfathers breathing started to slow down again. My dad and I walked in together, I heard the words from my grandmas mouth, I thought I would’ve never heard they were “I’m ready Bill.” As soon as she said that she made us all grab hands while she said a prayer. After the prayer it was the last time I’ve seen my grandfather. Although my grandfather couldn’t speak, he tried. I remember him trying to tell my grandma he loved her. And till this day 3 ½ years later I can’t get that image out of my head no matter how hard I