My Great Grandfather example essay topic

A Grandfathers Love When your young you really don't think about death or anyone close to you dying. You just expect everything to always stay the same. When I was young I was never faced with death or the concept that someone important to me would leave. I have learned that many experiences in life can teach you. This experience is one of them. When I was seven years old my great grandfather was told that he had bone cancer.

Of course I didn't know what that meant I just knew that he was very sick. He lived with my great grandmother in the Sequoia Mountains so I didn't live very close to him but emotionally I felt very close. About six months later my family and I went to visit for Thanksgiving. I walked in the front door of his house and saw him lying in his recliner. His face was pale white, and he looked so sick.

Even the feeling of the room felt different. It didn't seem like the warm house that smelled of my great grandma's famous raisin bread. Instead it felt cold and smelled of vomit. This was the first time I realized how seriously sick he was. I always thought of him as being this strong super hero type but when I saw him lying there he looked so fragile and helpless. I was even afraid to give him a hug.

Later the next day my aunt arrived from Texas to visit for Thanksgiving. My mom asked me if I could go outside for a while and I asked why and she told me that she needed to give my grandfather a bath. As soon as I walked out the door tears dripped down my cold face. He really was helpless. I walked for at least an hour just thinking. As I walked I found this perfect pinecone and decided to bring it home.

I remember handing him the pinecone and saying, "since you can't go hiking anymore, I thought that I would bring the outdoors to you". That week I spent all my time with him. Sometimes I would read to him and sometimes he would read to me. We would watch old Elvis movies on TV all day because there was an Elvis marathon on. That week it seemed like we did everything together. On Thanksgiving I was so happy that I could be with my grandfather.

Normally he would carve the turkey but this year he seemed much to weak to even stand on his own. As my grandma started cutting the turkey he stood up on his crutches and walked over to the counter and carved the turkey. This symbolized so much. Even though he looked so weak physically, emotionally he was the strongest person I knew.

The next morning I had to go home. Saying goodbye was so hard because on the outside I acted like this wasn't going to be the last time that I saw him, but on the inside I knew it would be. Two days later he died. At his funeral I cried of course but it didn't seem as hard because I had said goodbye. I miss him dearly and it is hard but through this all I feel as though I have become a much stronger person. I have gained strength, courage, wisdom, and maturity.

My great grandfather has taught me so much and I will never forget the time we have spent together. I know that I will see him again someday and everything will seem the same..