My grandparent’s death has taught me a lot of things.  Most of my relatives turned our back on us they left us in the dark with no one else to turn to. So, we relied on no one else but ourselves we stuck together. We all learned from that experience, from what I learned people are not what they seem to be.

My grandfather’s death was unexpected so was my grandmothers. A few months after my grandfather’s death my grandmother refused to speak to me and my family. Later on after it was too late we found out that her sister was telling her things and brainwashing her to do things. My family found out she had died over social media because nobody thought it was important to tell us or me that my grandmother was in the hospital close to death until she was gone.

I never knew most of my grandmother’s family until my grandfather’s death, but I knew one thing that my grandmother did not like her sister neither did my grandfather. My grandmother’s sister was only getting close to her sister because she wanted money. She may have acted nice to us and the rest of the family but, it was all an act. Soon after my grandmothers death she started to give away and sell my grandparents stuff. My grandmother probably would have still been alive if her sister was paying attention and not focusing on the insurance policy and actually looking at the signs that she was not doing well.

My grandparent's death has changed me dramatically. I started to see things differently, like how my grandparents and I always talked about graduation, my first car, and even marriage. At first, I was selfish I always thought why did God have to take them why couldn't he take anyone else? I now realize a lot of things that I should have done differently while grieving. I should not have shut people out and I should have been nicer to those around me.

Death makes people realize things. Death made me relies that even though my family may act all nice and sweet and think that they have your backs, but in reality they don’t and turn on you at the last second.

It all happened in slow motion it was just a normal day until we heard that he hit his head and they found a blood clot. Before I knew it he was gone. With my grandmothers death about a year later of the death of my grandfather she had a stroke and had to go to the hospital. The last time I got to see her was on my birthday. After my birthday she stopped returning our calls and text because she didn’t want to see us anymore, but in reality it was her sister who was feeding her lies and brainwashing her to hate us and dislike us.

My grandparents were the sweetest most kindest people you could meet. Who would have guessed that they were surrounded by all this hate and anger all this time, hopefully they see it now.