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Always remembered Never forgotten
By: Diana Marin
It has been one year since my grandfather past away. I got really sad because I didn’t even say good bye or see him for the last time. This is because I came to Houston Texas when I was 3 years old so it has been a really really long time. The only way I remember him is from one picture that my mom gave me but I don’t remember anything what we did or what he said to me.
It was hard for me to accept his death but the ones that took it bad were my mom and my aunt. When my mom found out about my grandpa she started crying a lot and so did my aunt. They both got really depressed when they heard the bad news. Then my mom couldn’t take it anymore so she went to his funeral in El Salvador. We couldn’t afford for all of my family to go so just my mom went. So she left for two weeks.
Those two weeks went really fast but my mom got a lot better when she came to Houston. I was really happy when my mom got home with a smile on her face and not crying. My mom tells me stories about how one time he was showing me to tell bad words then when my dad came home I told him the bad word that he showed me and he slapped my mouth. My mom says that he loved me liked he’s never loved before because I was the first child.
I know it’s hard to accept that he’s gone but he’s always going to be remembered. R.I.P grandpa….