Cole

On Saturday night the phone rang. My mom’s like who could that be? She picked up the phone. It was Nana. She said that papa Joe was in the hospital.

I was so sad and we couldn’t even see him. On Monday night I couldn’t even go to sleep for about 45 minutes. I slept but it was hard. We prayed that he would be in good condition. I was waiting in bed for 20 minutes for dad to come home from my grandma’s house. At last he did but there was no information.

I was feeling very melancholy and I felt very bad for Papa Joe.

On Tuesday the phone rang but it was not Nana. After school Teddy came over my house. We were playing dodge ball, and the phone rang and it was Nana and she said that Papa Joe died. At 2:00 he passed away, but it was the best for him to go.

Dad said, "Are you going to be alright?" I said, "Yeah, I hope."