cherish Your Loved Ones
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Amanda Wood
English 101
1/22/2004
Cherish your Loved Ones
The dark brown wooden floor was like a rock, but I never minded sleeping there next to my grandpas' bed. The old huge farm house had too many ghost stories for me to sleep in any room by myself. I only felt safe with my grandpa. As his health faded my mom and I would stay with him all the time. My grandma was usually out of state with her dying son. From the time I could remember my grandpa, he had to walk quickly for a short distance because he was out of breath. Then he needed a oxygen machine that he used the majority of the time, and he would use a wheel chair to get around. My grandpa never got hateful, even when he could not do everything by himself. He had a great sense of humor and always knew the right thing to say to make you smile; even on your worst day...