Descriptive Essay About Grandfather

  The  screaming and angry comments are made from a personal state of mind. Parents do and go through more than what most teens could imagine. My grandfather was one. My grandfather, Jesse was a strong, emotionally and physically. Apart from all the laughs and smiles, he is one of the most adventurous men  Ive ever met. To be realistic, no one's life is perfect with only happiness. In his early years, life was pretty rough for him growing up. His life consisted of hard work. He was only human to manage through such horrible events he had to go through. Such adventures formed my grandpa into the strong man he was.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Papa was 93 years old but in remarkably good shape, and death was the last thing on any of our minds. We weren’t fools; we knew that we only had a handful of years left with Papa. However, never did we think to count time in months. Never did we expect this to be our last day with Papa. In a way, however, it couldn’t have ended more fittingly. Papa passed away in the land that brought him the brightest days of his life, in the city that was entangled with his very

This has aided in me seeing the different intricacies in a piece of literature and also helped in expressing my feelings through writing. I found it enjoyable and also making a concerted effort to connect the piece of literature to anything in my life each week, past present or future, and I believe I succeeded in that with my responses. I have grown to love this. One of my favorite pieces of literature that I was able to respond to was “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke. Although I can relate negatively through this poem, I can also relate positively and looking at this poem in a positive manner is where I truly connected. Unfortunately, I do not have the opportunity to see my father everyday like other individuals have, yet I can remember the great times I had with him when I was a young child much like the child in this poem. I can remember mischievously dancing around my father and experiencing the happiness of being a kid. Additionally, through this poem, I have been motivated to continue to climb my mountain so I can give my children opportunities that I have never had and also share and pass on opportunities that I have. I have learned and also been amazed by how much an impact a few lines of words on a page can have on

Childhood is where it all begins; it’s where a child is usually looking for some sort of guidance and affection. Having an efficient relationship in a family is significantly important for proper emotional development. Fragile relationships can cause a child to hide their attitudes towards their parents, sometimes through their delusions in a drunken dance, other times through their silence. The poems "My Papa's Waltz," by Theodore Roethke and "Those Winter Sundays," by Robert Hayden use the topic of emotionally-based childhood experiences that create a theme to signify their love for their fathers, but are displayed in different ways. The fundamental message conveyed is the importance of a father-son relationship when growing up.

“My Father’s Song” by Simon J. Ortiz is a poem about the relationship and experience shared between a father and a son and the impact the father has had on his son. The poem consists of five stanzas; the stanzas illustrate a memory of the father’s persevere through hard work. Such teachings and memories have instigated the son to mature to his father’s level. “My Father’s Song” is written in free verse, with simple language and a conversational, calm tone emphasizing his gratitude for his father. The tone adds to the ethos of this poem, making the father seem like an idol, or the epitome of a mentor.

My Papa was the greatest man I have ever known. He portrayed the perfect American man: he was a Navy veteran who continued to serve his country by riding his motorcycle in the Patriot Guard. To me, he was god-like--there was no question he could not answer and no problem he could not solve. He could cook anything, build anything, do anything. His heart overflowed with selflessness. He set aside his own problems to listen to mine. He always helped his neighbors clean their yards or change their oil; he knew mechanics like an old friend. Papa would always be on the road, riding his favorite tinkered motorcycle with his Navy Veteran biker gang.

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

The months leading up to the passing of my grandfather is series of events that (although tragic) I value because I now understand the pieces of life that, rather than having been taught, I learned through personal experience. An aspect of my life i came to find out is that there is no amount of time spent on people who have came and left your life that your future self will approve of. Finally I came to understand that accepting the loss of a loved one without showing your emotions is easier said than done. Whatever the case here is my memoir and for however oneself finds these ideas I bid them an easier way than I.

My grandfather was an extraordinary man. He seemed to know exactly how to reach everyone on a personal level that was around him. This caused me to view him as larger than life as a child. He was the true adventurous type, and he had been that way since he was a child, at least that is what I assume due to his remarkable stories he told about himself as a young boy. He was the type of man that was so full of life that you could never imagine that life ever leaving him.

My grandfather was a disorganized workaholic, a good listener, and a brave man. He was, according to one of his students, “… the Indiana Jones of linguistics.” I love that man because of what I have learned about him. I knew my grandfather when he was sick, but like many Parkinson’s patients, he had been changed by his illness, so when I knew him, he seemed more like a moving body than a person. When I was born, his sense of direction had already left, his muscles had already started to stiffen, and his coping abilities had eroded considerably.

The year is 2004, somewhere in a cab. I hear the jingle of the beads attached to the Rosary on the rear view mirror, I see the trees flashing as if everything we left behind turned into nothingness. I remember feeling sad or scared but not knowing why. I see green, everything in sight was green. I felt the sinister whisper of the wind gently kissing the hairs on the back of my neck, sending a chill through my body. My mother smiled at me with tear filled eyes and a baby inside of her. Whether I knew it or not my life was about to change.

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.