The Man I Loved Most, My Papa

1732 Words Nov 16th, 2015 7 Pages
And He Was Gone
2,400 miles away. That’s how far I moved away from the man I loved most, My papa. But through the experience I realized, with a heavy heart, there was no going back, I couldn’t change anything, I just had to keep going on.
When I first moved away from him I didn’t think anything about it. I was moving so it was a change. I lived in Pennsylvania with him for a couple of years until my Nani and him decided they wanted a change, so they moved to Florida. After a while my family decided the same, so on February 14th, 2005 we moved to Florida. We lived about 15 minutes away from my grandparents but I still saw them every weekend. Did I ever spend time with them? No, I just always tried to get my sister and cousin in trouble and then I would eventually get in trouble as well so I would have to sit with my papa. From crying to smiling real quick I still hated it. When I got in trouble I was forced to hang with family. To a little girl that was horrible. Years went on and I was still a bratty little girl. I would say my younger years I was always in trouble sitting with him. I always loved to be nosey and see what he was doing. I never realized how much he meant to me, I knew he was my papa, I knew he would always love me for who I am, but I never wanted to listen to him. I mean I was one rude little girl. If I could go back to change anything I would change everything!
My papa should not have left us so soon. He left us this year, he was 68 years old. I wish he…

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