One event in my life when I needed hope was during the death of my sweet, beloved grandfather. He was loved by all, he was the sweetest man alive. I don’t know the exact date, but I’m pretty sure he died sometime in March. I was out of school for three days. He died on a Tuesday, and I was out of school for the rest of the week. I was in third grade when it all happened. At work he fell onto a large pipe, and broke seven thing in his back. He was rushed to the hospital, and a couple days later, we lost him. It was a very sad time in my life, and I had to have lots of hope, I had to remind myself that he was in a better place now.