Paragraph About Grandfather

My grandfather. He was always a gentleman, always maintained respect, and always humble. He wasn’t fully educated, but spoke as if he graduated from Yale. He didn’t have a great job, but had authority that couldn’t be matched. He never got mad, but people never wanted to give him a reason to. He advised me, how all these characteristics are important and can get you what you need even if you don’t have all the right opportunities. I would always listen, never argue, never question. We always had a special bond.
Ever since I was young my grandfather and I would try to do everything together. When I was in Kindergarten, I would get off the bus to see my grandfather waiting and smiling, and as soon as he sees me his smile would get even bigger. …show more content…
I just won the quarter finals and was in the semifinals of a tennis tournament, but we had another 3 hours till my next match. So my dad and I went to a Barnes & Nobles to pass time until my next match. We were sitting at one of the tables at the joined Starbucks and my dad got a call. I saw him pick up the phone and then I hear him say “What?! Oh my god!” at first I thought that my doubles partner rolled an ankle. So I get up and walk in front him to see what happened, all I see is his stunned face with his jaws dropped open. I looked at him confused. I wanted to know what happened. I looked at him, he looked at me. His face still dazed, he mouths “Appapa”, which means grandpa in a different language, and slides his fingers across his neck as if slicing his own throat. I ask “What?” still confused. He removes the phone from his ear and looks at me and says the worst three words I have ever heard, “Appapa is dead.” My heart dropped. My eyes widened. My mind went blank. My muscles tightened. Then after two or three seconds my emotions kicked in, my heart started beating fast, and my eyes started tearing up. I grab the phone from my dad, and go to the farthest corner in the bookstore making sure I was alone. I start crying while talking to my mom. All I managed to say is, “I want to talk to him!” I repeated this multiple times, my mother, crying, tried to calm me down, but couldn’t. …show more content…
On the ride home I looked out the window and cried silently, hoping that my dad wouldn’t hear me. I knew that there was no shame in crying. I knew that my dad knew how much I loved him. I started thinking about what would have happened if I was there with my mom, if I was there to see my grandpa die. I would have gone