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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 06/01/2014
Grandpa
Born 1996, M, from Missouri, United StatesFrom the first glance he looks weak and unable to do anything. His scars cover mostly his upper body, has survived three cancers, and walks with a slouch due to hard work and genetics. But when you get to know him better you realize he works hard everyday and never gives up. He takes care of my grandma, works on his garden and, when my dad and aunt ask him to, takes care of his grandchildren, which he used to watch nine of but now only has eight, and his great grandchild. He is the strongest guy I know and almost nothing can keep him down.
That being said, I have seen him at his weakest. It was at the funeral of his oldest brother. His brother died when I was 12 and even though I don’t remember all of the events, I remember the impact it had on me. His brother was like him; he worked up until he was on his death bed. At his job he would carry his oxygen tank with him everywhere, and even when he was asked to retire he refused. From what I saw my Uncle Earl, grandpa’s brother, was his role model. My grandpa always talked about wanting to go visit him, but he lived in New Mexico and he didn’t have the money to fly down there.
After everyone was done catching up to each other and I was introduced to his niece, we all sat down for the sermon. It was a touching sermon. Everyone had great things to say about him and everyone was getting emotional. Then my grandpa went up to give his eulogy and half way through he started crying. His lips were quivering slightly and tears started dripping through his weary sad eyes. He still pushed through and finished his eulogy. Before this I had never seen him cry before and had the mixed idea that you cry when you feel weak. However I learned that I was wrong. After the funeral I went over to talk to my grandpa and said, “That was the first time I saw you cry.”
I think he could tell what I was trying to say and he looked at me and said, “It is good for you to cry every once and a while. It helps you stay sane.” From that day I realized that not only the weak cry, but everyone cries. Even the strongest of people need to weep. It's what lets you know you still feel. It lets you know you’re still alive and not just some emotionless robot. I took what he said to heart and I still follow what he says. I don’t hold back when I get that feeling that you just need to let everything out, and because of that it feels like the weight of the world just got lifted off of my shoulders. From what I witnessed that day my whole viewpoint of the world changed for the better. I owe this life-changing experience to my Grandpa.
Grandpa(Brenden Gooch)
From the first glance he looks weak and unable to do anything. His scars cover mostly his upper body, has survived three cancers, and walks with a slouch due to hard work and genetics. But when you get to know him better you realize he works hard everyday and never gives up. He takes care of my grandma, works on his garden and, when my dad and aunt ask him to, takes care of his grandchildren, which he used to watch nine of but now only has eight, and his great grandchild. He is the strongest guy I know and almost nothing can keep him down.
That being said, I have seen him at his weakest. It was at the funeral of his oldest brother. His brother died when I was 12 and even though I don’t remember all of the events, I remember the impact it had on me. His brother was like him; he worked up until he was on his death bed. At his job he would carry his oxygen tank with him everywhere, and even when he was asked to retire he refused. From what I saw my Uncle Earl, grandpa’s brother, was his role model. My grandpa always talked about wanting to go visit him, but he lived in New Mexico and he didn’t have the money to fly down there.
After everyone was done catching up to each other and I was introduced to his niece, we all sat down for the sermon. It was a touching sermon. Everyone had great things to say about him and everyone was getting emotional. Then my grandpa went up to give his eulogy and half way through he started crying. His lips were quivering slightly and tears started dripping through his weary sad eyes. He still pushed through and finished his eulogy. Before this I had never seen him cry before and had the mixed idea that you cry when you feel weak. However I learned that I was wrong. After the funeral I went over to talk to my grandpa and said, “That was the first time I saw you cry.”
I think he could tell what I was trying to say and he looked at me and said, “It is good for you to cry every once and a while. It helps you stay sane.” From that day I realized that not only the weak cry, but everyone cries. Even the strongest of people need to weep. It's what lets you know you still feel. It lets you know you’re still alive and not just some emotionless robot. I took what he said to heart and I still follow what he says. I don’t hold back when I get that feeling that you just need to let everything out, and because of that it feels like the weight of the world just got lifted off of my shoulders. From what I witnessed that day my whole viewpoint of the world changed for the better. I owe this life-changing experience to my Grandpa.
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