Defined in the dictionary, grandfather means the father of a person's own father or mother. I believe it is much more than that. My grandpa is a friend and a hero. As I wrote this essay, I discovered what people meant when they said “You are just like your grandfather.” I will take that as the best compliment I will ever receive. If I could be like anyone in the world, it would be Robert Vhin; my hero, my friend, my grandpa. Sitting in his rocking chair with his white hair brushed up to the front in a sort of Elvis like style, I admire this man. His wrinkles are deep from 88 years of laughter and smiles. You can almost read the history in his face. He raises his eyebrows just a tad when he smiles. His dimples slightly show around his smile which leans to the right. His eyebrows look like a game of gray Pick-Up-Sticks, unkempt and overlapping one another. His eyes are set deep and he has very few eyelashes. His eyes are the color of brackish water and often change between brown and green depending on his mood or how the sunlight hits them. His ears are larger than average which does not seem to help him hear any better. The hearing aids he wears are the same color as his skin. His skin is tan from sitting outside during the day. Touching his skin reminds one of sandpaper because of the rough texture from the cement warts and moles that cover his body. The slender frail body he walks in looks as if it is ready to break. His thin unsteady legs are no longer able to carry him so he uses a sliver walker. His belly is big and round much like a starving Ethiopian child’s. However, his appetite is healthy and robust. Prickly black and gray hairs are beginning to grow around his neck, out of his ears, and out of his nose. His nose ... ... middle of paper ... ...s still down for anything. I love dancing with him in the living room. His smile and laugh makes it one of my favorite things to do. I love holding his hand walking through a restaurant as he makes fun of the lady’s hair in front of us. His bad habit of making fun of others has, indeed, rubbed off on me. Even when he is not feeling well and in an extended hospital stay, I like to sit with him and watch him flirt with the nurses and make them laugh. His positive attitude often makes bad situations more tolerable. Grandpa is willing to talk to anyone but more importantly, he will listen. Everyone who meets him adores him. He brings happiness and hope to everybody around him. I am proud to say this man is my Grandpa and I dream of being at least half the great person he is. There is not a single quality about him I do not respect. I admire everything about this man.
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
When the doctor came to the stand you could see the weight that had encumbered him. He had dark sags under his eyes. Wrinkles plagued his face. He was much too skinny and his white hair had been cut to a close shaved. Most notable, though, was the lack of life behind his eyes. Anyone could see that he was tired of politics and weapons.
Her dark skin was wrinkled with age, her black hair was in the frailest of ringlets, with a copper odor emanating from it. Her clouded eyes were blue with age, making it hard for her to see clearly. From her clothes you could tell that she was poor, with a bleached sugar sack as an apron, a well-used dark striped dress. Her swaying hobble made it look impossible for her to walk 10 meters, nigh a long journey. Her untied shoelaces made her look like she would fall over at any second, and that only thing that was stopping her from losing her balance was the umbrella cane she poked at the ground with. Although she may have a weak exterior, there is a strong woman
My grandpa is 71 years of age and has been happily married to my grandma for 52 years. He is about 6’0 tall and a slim 210 pounds. He has a medium to light tan to his skin. His left arm is shorter than his right because it cannot be fully extended due to a complication in a surgery to repair his elbow. Has gray hair that is combed over to the right side of his head. Wears collared shirts and golf shorts or pants often. Sometimes wears a hat and sunglasses depending on the occasion.
He feels young and handsome. He is most interested in politics and in the current candidates at the moment, and he doesn 't care about gossips. He thinks that health is the most important thing in the live. He doesn 't believe in ghosts. He likes the sincerity and the comradeship about society, and he likes violence least always puts his family first and he loves them very much and that it is one of his favorite things to do. He has been married for fifty-three years to my grandmother, Peggie. They have three kids together. At the moment he is an old man and he is not doing anything. He isn 't planning to do anything, because he is happy with his quiet life. He would like to take his wife to Australia. He enjoys reading most, watching TV and going for a walk One of the ways, my grandfather shows that he has a good heart are the things he does out of kindness for an example helping with my uncle Paul, He has cerebral palsy so he can 't walk or talk as well as not having total control of his muscles and can be discomfort to watch sometimes. But my Grandpa will always look over him and he enjoys it and so does my uncle, my uncle always gets a huge grin on his face when he sees him and just seems to have the best time with him. That 's how he is with everyone in our family always there when you need
“Well, he’s not really feeling 100 percent. This is probably the last trip you’ll get to see Grandpa,” said my dad.
My grandfather may seem to be like every other grandfather, soft and caring. However, despite what one may assume my grandfather
The Grandpa Game My siblings and I had Grandpa to measure the waist of the 20th century and make sense of it all. Our family World Book (expert on dinosaurs, skyscrapers, and planets) implied Grandpa should be dead. Average human life expectancy at birth is 68.5 years. Grandpa, born in Lithuania in 1902, should have keeled over around the time man walked on the moon.
After all the seven interviews, the interviews that impacted me the most are my grandpa’s, Mr. Huy Dinh’s, and Andy McTigue’s. My grandpa’s interview impacted me because he showed me how I had to respect and that I had to obey elders. When my grandpa was in the car, he told me, “ I’m just so happy that you are such a good grandchild and that I’m happy that you were able to survive.” “ I’m happy that you were able to become the child who are so I’m thankful that you are raised well.” And I started to cry and so did my grandpa. Mr. Huy Dinh’s interview impacted me because he showed me how you should really love and care for your parents because they are not going to live forever therefore, you have to make them feel like they had the best life
Grandpa was a tall broad-shouldered man. He was also quiet and thought of his words before saying anything.
There are many wonderful people in the world. One of them is my grandmother, Phyllis Pelts. At the age of seventy-three, she continues to make her mark on the world. Standing only five feet tall, nothing can intimidate her. Phyllis, also known as Gran, is a widow and is currently on the road of recovery from a double knee replacement. Not even a double knee replacement can hold her down. She is strong and independant. Gran is always up to date despite her age. She is fashionable, enjoyable, and most importantly, caring.
We all have one person in our life that has helped make us who we are and challenges us to go one step further. That person is my grandpa Bill because he has been there for me and to cheer me on. Even when he couldn’t be there he would text me and say good luck and tell me to try my hardest.
I remember vividly the weekends at his house. Sitting on his lap, going to wrestling matches, walking down the street or through a park--these were things I did with Grandpa. I wasn't just a kid to him: I was his granddaughter, and I was special. He was special too.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.