Descriptive Essay About My Grandfather

The shock of my grandpa’s death totally devastated me. I found out that my grandpa died one night after my mom picked my brother and I up from day care. We went over to our grandma’s house on a weeknight, which was unusual, because we always spent time with our grandparents on the weekends. When we got to our grandma’s house we saw that our dad and our aunt were sitting in the living room with our grandma. This was very unusual, because our dad lives in Prescott,

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

I looked down at my great grandfather, lying in the coffin, he had light gray hair and a round face. I was only six at the time, but I knew what was happening, he was gone. Tears flooded my eyes, forming rivers, rolling down my cheeks. I sat down on the chair, the only thing I heard was sobs from relatives. I tried not to think about what life would be like after the funeral without him. However, I just had to think of what this change would bring. How will this affect my everyday life? What kind of relationship will I get with my great grandmother? I never had a relationship with her like I did with him. My great grandfather was very fun to be around, I liked art, but I had never even thought about doing Acrylic

Seven days after the news of my grandfathers hospitalization was delivered to me, I found myself in a similar situation. I had another important game that night and began my journey towards the front door when my mother intercepted me. She spoke to me in a hushed tone, notifying me that my grandfather had passed

Thursday July 13th, 2015. I spent that beautiful summer afternoon on my back porch with one of the best grandpas anyone could ever ask for. My grandpa, grandma, mom, dad, and I treated that Thursday like it was any other. Although it was still enjoyable, I wish we made it more special. It was the last time I would ever sit with my grandpa and create memories like we used to.

“I never saw my father in person” my mother recalls. To see the sadness in her eyes only placed me in a position I have never thought of before; that I, too, have never met my grandfather. According to my grandmother, he died from a heart attack.

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

As I walked through the door of the funeral home, the floral arrangements blurred into a sea of vivid colors. Wiping away my tears, I headed over to the collage of photographs of my grandfather. His smile seemed to transcend the image on the pictures, and for a moment, I could almost hear his laughter and see his eyes dancing as they tended to do when he told one of his famous jokes. My eyes scanned the old photographs, searching for myself amidst the images. They came to rest on a photo of Grandpa holding me in his lap when I was probably no more than four years old. The flowers surrounding me once again blended into an array of hues as I let my mind wander……

Depending on the cancer, it may or may not be a death sentence. Many people who have cancer are held with suspense. Along with suspense come a fierce medical struggle. My thoughts and feelings are just scattered all over the place. I didn't really understand all that was going on in my life. I love to fish which keeps me active and has taught me lessons on learning even at the age I am at. I work plastering buildings which kept me on my feet, and has taught me to be flexible. I am very diligent at watching my diet and I have a schedule for exercising. So when I was told I had prostate cancer I almost didn’t believe it. I seemed to be functioning fine. So let me tell you a little bit about my cancer story. Here it goes.

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 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.

Staring out the window at the black cat crossing the street, I look back at that calm November morning that I lost my grandfather. As I rode my bike to school, I felt a slight breeze tugging me off track. As I glanced around my surroundings, I see a black cat, who scurried in front of my bike. I continued down the path without knowing what would occur the following days. After one life ended, this one changed forever. My life went on a ride of emotions through family events, sports outings, and our family business.

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.