One day in December 2007 I had to leave to Los Angeles, my grandpa had died. I knew I had to leave quickly because it was a long way by car form Reno, NV to Los Angeles, Cal. I began my eight-hour trip to LA, by ten minutes I had already gotten out of Reno and was on the highway towards my destination. A lot of hours passed by until I finally saw Los Angeles.
There was a funeral the next day; I really had a bad time. I was really depressed at the funeral, every one was crying, all of them, even myself. No one was happy; I was really gloomy. I didn’t like the idea that I wasn’t going to have a grandpa anymore. My Dad really helped me out through all of it, I was having and of course it was my dad’s father who died, so he was having a really hard time to. I began understand everything, but at first I really hadn’t; the idea of dying, then was when I realized that every one had a time to live and a time to die, now I had really understand the point o some one dying.
By a week I were back to Reno, and everything seemed different. I wasn’t that kid who didn’t understand any more. My whole life I didn’t understand why being alive was important. My life really began to change and it became much easier.