I have endured many close relatives and friends that have died in my life. One in particular though was my grandfather. He lived in Athens, Alabama and died at age sixty-three. He was a very intelligent man of his youth and old age. He didn't drink much, but smoked a good bit of his life. He was sixty-one when he received news that he had cancer. The family was shocked by the news because everyone always knew he was going to live to ninety something. In the next few paragraphs I will explain to you the five exact steps in which someone close to my heart passed away.
When first hearing the news I was in total shock of reality. I didn't think it was going to happen. I knew that a cure would come in the time of my grandfather's death. At the time of thinking about how my grandfather was going to die I didn't realize how denial was entering as the first phase of accepting his death. I am assuming it was the shock that made me start the denial process of his death, but nevertheless, it started soon after the news was heard. After two or three weeks of going up and down the state of Alabama to visit my grandfather in the hospital everyone was starting to receive the bad news of no cure coming. If I were to say that there was a stage after denial I would say it was called frustration. I started to get annoyed with the doctors and how they weren't working fast enough. I know the doctors were working on him diligently, but it somehow never suited me how fast they were going.
The second phase of my grandfather's death that I encountered was anger. I started to lose focus of how he was suffering and trying his best to pull through and started focusing on how I was going to miss him and it's his entire fault. I know it was wrong of me and I shouldn't have felt that way, but I did it anyway. I felt like he could do something or be stronger to hold on for the cure when he was already doing so. I still felt as if he wasn't trying though.