My Grandfather Essay

Growing up I never had the experience if having a grandfather. My paternal grandfather passed away way before I was even born, on the other hand my maternal grandfather left our family for another one when I was about six years old. I envied hearing my cousins talk about their grandfather as some type of hero who was always there for them and loved them unconditionally. When I heard my grandmother mention that my sick grandfather was coming back into our lives eleven years later didn’t excite me at all. I was enraged and bitter knowing my grandfather was dying. Around the month of July in the year 2001 was when I got the news that my grandfather was most likely never coming back. Arriving at my grandparent’s house I ran inside heavy footsteps

One of his other families was there as well with us and one of his daughters started saying “I’m really going to miss his phone calls and him asking how I am doing in school. He was always very supportive of me.” My family just sat there in silence not being able to share the same experiences as her. I glanced at my grandmother who sat there crying and I wondered to myself “How can she be this strong to accept him back into her life after leaving her to be with other women?” I admired her so much then and there how she never kept grudges and stayed so strong for our family. This event in my life has to be in the top five hardest moments in my life. I hated the fact that I had so much hatred towards my own grandfather. My grandfather coming back into our lives made me remember once again that I did not grow up with the love and care of a grandfather. I highly disliked seeing him sick in the hospital because it enraged me so much that I couldn’t keep my emotions a inside any longer. At the same time I understood when everyone told me that I had to make amends with him because it was almost the end and to this day I am happy I listened to