My Grandfather

My grandfatherís death was the first to hit our family in my generation. He

suffered from Alzheimerís Disease, so I never had a close relationship with him. This

doesnít mean I didnít love the man; everyone in our family did. But as we went through

the phone calls from friends, the wake, and the funeral, I really learned a lot about him,

and in turn, about life.

During my period of mourning, I was the most upset not because we had lost a

loving, caring man; I was much more upset because a horrible disease destroyed my

grandfatherís life before I could get to know what a strong willed and hard working man

he was. This brave man is the same who won a Silver Star in World War II for risking

his life to save a general. This honest man is the same who switched to a lower paying

job because the employees told him he didnít have to work unless the boss was around.

This persevering man supported eight daughters and a wife on a plumberís salary.

I simply loved the wrong man. So through this time of tragedy, he taught me,

even without him knowing it, things that I will carry with me throughout life. I now

realize that you shouldnít take anyone for granted, no matter who he is or how close he is

to you. Life is precious and short. I want to know the man who made sure his children

grew up right, who was brave and true, and who always tried to make things better. I can

identify with this warm and caring man only through stories, pictures, and continually

working to improve myself, because thatís what he did. Iíd be honored to be considered

like him. When I look back on the winding path that is my life, I see that my grandfather

helped shape the most important turn.

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