Turning Point
By: Alex Rockne
Before the passing of my grandpa I was addicted to drinking. I would go out every night and party with friends with no hesitation of the consequences. My grandpa was the same way when he was young and wild to. I wish I could have knew him more but even the little memories of him I still cherish every minute of it. Every time my family would go visit my grandparents I would find my grandpa always have a glass of scotch or beer in his hand. When I grew up my grandpa passed away of a heart attack from smoking and drinking so much when he was younger to when he was older. I always looked up to my grandparents because they raised my parents and my parents are the most amazing parents ever. They appreciate all the little things about me and what I like to do.my grandpa was the funny one always telling old jokes he learned back when he was a young man. They weren’t the right jokes for kids that were of young age but they were funniest I have ever heard. I don’t want to blame him that its his fault I drank a lot but he was the man I looked up to so that’s how it became my addiction. He was really sick one day coughing and throwing up everywhere he went. I went to visit him with my dad to see how he was. When we got there he looked as if the life was sucked out of him, just as pale as can be. When he was laying there waiting for the ambulance to come get him and take him to the hospital he called me over and then didn’t say anything just smiled at me. I really never knew why he did that but it changed everything. I saw him leave out the house and go to the hospital. I went to the hospital shortly after and waited all night to see him again before he passed, but he did it when they were feeding him. Since my grandpa died I have not been to one party or even tried to tempt myself into drinking again. My grandpa is in a happier place but I don’t want to be there until it is my time.
Before the passing of my grandpa I was addicted to drinking. I would go out every night and party with friends with no hesitation of the consequences. My grandpa was the same way when he was young and wild to. I wish I could have knew him more but even the little memories of him I still cherish every minute of it. Every time my family would go visit my grandparents I would find my grandpa always have a glass of scotch or beer in his hand. When I grew up my grandpa passed away of a heart attack from smoking and drinking so much when he was younger to when he was older. I always looked up to my grandparents because they raised my parents and my parents are the most amazing parents ever. They appreciate all the little things about me and what I like to do.my grandpa was the funny one always telling old jokes he learned back when he was a young man. They weren’t the right jokes for kids that were of young age but they were funniest I have ever heard. I don’t want to blame him that its his fault I drank a lot but he was the man I looked up to so that’s how it became my addiction. He was really sick one day coughing and throwing up everywhere he went. I went to visit him with my dad to see how he was. When we got there he looked as if the life was sucked out of him, just as pale as can be. When he was laying there waiting for the ambulance to come get him and take him to the hospital he called me over and then didn’t say anything just smiled at me. I really never knew why he did that but it changed everything. I saw him leave out the house and go to the hospital. I went to the hospital shortly after and waited all night to see him again before he passed, but he did it when they were feeding him. Since my grandpa died I have not been to one party or even tried to tempt myself into drinking again. My grandpa is in a happier place but I don’t want to be there until it is my time.