
I remember when my greatgrandmother and greatgrandfather died and that has left a great impact on me.This was my first experience with death and I was only about eight years old at the time. Our family decided to drive to New York to go to the funeral. My greatgrandma had stomach cancer and greatgrampa had a stroke. They both went into the nursing home at the same day. Before this event, they both lived extremely independent and healthy lives. My grandmother was only in the nursing home for a short period of time before she died. My greatgrandpa, however, was not the same after the stroke. He had lost a good deal of memory and he lived in the nursing home for a few years before he eventually died from another stroke.
These two events changed my perspective concerning life and death. I now know that I must live my life to the fullest extent. The recent death of a family friend has helped me appreciate more the preciousness of life and my place in it. I will always remember what I have lost over the years, but also what I have gained from the experiences of my past.


