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 Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:47 am
yeah i need to type this and print it but i have to pay money to print and im on campus computer so i will leave this here and get it when i go home
My Essay will be about my grandfather and how important he was in my life. Since we lived in the same town, I spent a lot of time with them when I was little. I can recall numerous occasions of my childhood spending time with my grandfather- whom I called "buck-buck" or "grambuck"- from going to Kamper Park and Zoo to going to Hardies to buy Roast beef sandwiches. As years went by and I went to elementary, my grandparents would pick me up from school and go to their house while my parents worked. As the years past and we both got older, however, my grandfather began to slow down, and was eventually unable to walk, and as time began to wane, he eventually lost the ability to stand up, feed himself, and even lost the strength to talk as much as he used to. Even though all these factors appeared, my grandfather would still always have a smile on his face everytime I came to visit him. He died a few days after christmas, after fighting years of heart attacks, strokes, and mild seisures. My grandfather was very important in my life, teaching me to be kind and never give up without a fight; he still is an important factor in my life today.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:16 am
also im going to type this. note that this entire thing is supposed to catch the reader's eye, so i eggaerate some things
No matter how depressing your life may be, no matter how sad or dark your past was, no matter what you lost, or been through in your life, there is always at least one person that loved you, and was always there for you since the beginning, good or bad; and, in a sense, saved your life from the miserable essence of what it could have been. This person is called your hero. To some, this hero may be their mom, dad, pet, sibling, best friend, or even teacher; but for me, my hero was my grandfather.
It's 2:00 pm, my father finally saves me from this wretched day-care and takes me home. I wait impatiently as the traffic inches along slowly, my father's headache-inducing country music ringing out the speakers of the car. Finally, we pull into the driveway.
The moment I am freed from my child safety belt, I run inside the house; but I am not here to play or relax, oh no; I am here to call my hero to come save me from my boring home. I practically skip into the living room and pick up the phone. My small fingers press each individual lit-up numbered buttons in the correct sequence, and I lift the top end of the phone to my ear, listening as the dial tone magically transforms into a phone ringing on the other side, and I eagerly await for the other end of the line to pick up.
"Hello?" an elderly man's voice chimes in.
My lips curl into a smile, I have successfully called my grandparents.
"Buck-buck," I begin, "I'm hungry. Can we go get a roast beef sandwich?"
"Again?" my grandfather asks, "we do this every day, don't you get tired of it?"
"N-n-n-nope," I reply with a giggle.
I hear an exaggerated sigh, "I suppose so," he says. "But this time, you better not eat mine when I'm not looking," he teases.
I wait with great anticipation out in my garage for my grandfather's car to pull in. This is a regular activity for the two of us, after my parents had time to get off work and come pick me up and take me home, I would call my grandparents and demand that either one of them come to my rescue and take me to their house for another day of adventure; and I was always happy to see them.
Finally, I see a navy-blue car pull into the driveway, my grandfather in the driver's seat and my grandmother sitting next to him. My grandparents, whom I called "Grammy" and "Buck-buck" park and exit the car. My grandfather kneels on one knee to my height and spreads his arms out, inviting me to charge in and wrap my arms around his neck, and a sense of safety and love secures me as he returns the hug.
My grandfather was a sweet man; although he loved to pretend that he wasn't. He tried his best to keep a "sarcastic old man" persona about him around the public; but when I was with him, he dropped that act and became his tender-heart self.
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