My Grandfather: A Personal Narrative Analysis

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Cam Marino

To me, the 60 year age difference was nothing more than a detail. My grandfather, not only my grandfather, but my alter ego; my companion. In life, there are some people that enter your life and amend it forever. In my case, I had such an influential bond with someone who was more than 1200 miles away. To many, their strongest connections and bonds were by way of their closest friends, parents, and their siblings, yet my perspective is different. Whether it was my grandfather and me making cookies for the family, golfing when I was young, going fishing, or drinking Hawaiian Punch in the grass with my brother and my father, we were always having a great time. Just these few memories remind me that bonds are built from love not proximity, and my love for him spans time and space. It is etched in my mind, the day I grabbed my fishing rod, left out the back door and went to catch fish with my grandfather. It meant a lot to me knowing that, to my grandfather, time with me was paramount. I could tell how much he loved me by the enthusiasm he always brought into things we did together. He would explain to me how to link the bait on the rod or would inspire me to pull harder, when we had finally caught the fish. When I was young, my grandfather would always
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I became defensive and indignant because I loved him so much and to see someone so close to me go through such pain hurt my heart. Although I felt terrible for him, I knew that if anyone had the heart and the will-power to sustain such adversity, it would be my grandfather. For the rest of that day, I wondered how could someone be so mentally and emotionally formidable. To this day, I have never met anyone who went through such heartbreak and still lived life with a smile on their face and a priceless way of looking at

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