Essay 4 Worst day of my life

I will tell you about my worst day of my life. The day is the anniversary of my grandfather’s death on September 6th last year. I lost a precious one on the day. I loved him. And he also loved me. He is very kind to me and he would take me to a variety of places. I used to go hot springs with him every other day of the week because he liked hot springs very much. He bought a lot of things for me. I use them carefully even now. He likes baseball. I went to Fukuoka Dome to watch baseball game with him. I have a lot of memories with him.

He had cardiac disease. He underwent a major surgical procedure when I was a child and he had a pacemaker. But he kept well every day and he worked hard. He was taxi driver. So, he is good at driving and he knows a lot of back road. I respect him for that.

He was admitted into the hospital in May. I think that he would make a fast recovery then. But he was hospitalized on and off. He was given surgery again. I think that he would make a recovery after this. But he became very ill after he had the operation. Finally, he became comatose. I didn't go to his hospital every other day of the week because I thought he would be back up on his feet and come home in a short while.

I'm touched with remorse. I want to talk with him but I can't. I couldn't say a word of thanks for him. So, I say a word of thanks for him during his funeral. I hope my words reach him. I can't return his favor to him. I can't see him forever but I will not lose sleep over. I don't want to make him nervous. I will try hard in my life. He will observe me from heaven.
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