​A Sad Day in Your Life: How to Cope When Everything Falls Apart

A Sad Day in Your Life: How to Cope When Everything Falls Apart

[Notes: Life, a blend of smiles and tears one sad day haunting your memory-the day of your grandfather's death-grandfather septuagenarian, but hale and hearty though suffering from bronchial diseases-illness taking serious turn in a day in August last year after tea-gasped for breath-doctor had nothing to do grandfather soon died-pitious weeping of the members of the family-you also wept.].

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uman life is a blend of joys and sorrows, smiles and tears. There is no man whose life is a continuous round of pleasures or that of sorrows. My life is no exception to this universal rule. It has seen the alternation of happy and sad days. Of the sad days one will ever live in my memory. This sad day is the day on which my grandfather died.

My grandfather was a septuagenarian. He had been suffering from bronchial and other troubles for a long time. He, however, looked hale and hearty. It never appeared that his days were numbered.

It was a day in August last year. My grandfather's illness took a serious turn. No sooner had he taken his morning tea, than he began to cough dangerously and gasped for breath. The manner he struggled for breath alarmed me. He called his sons and told them that he was going to die. The doctor was sent for. He came, examined my grandfather and informed us that he had nothing to do. My grandfather died one hour after the departure of the doctor. When he died my mother, and aunts began to weep pitiously. My grandmother sat beside the dead body. She was too overwhelmed with grief to weep. She seemed to have been turned into a stone-statue. The sight of mourning was too much for me to bear. The tears trickled down my checks. I writhed to think that I would no more enjoy his sweet company. Almost two years had gone by. But the memory of this sad day still moves me.