I challenge you to stop for a second and think about what it means whenever they say “good things never last for very long.” Do you truly know what it feels like to lose someone that means you everything to you, especially someone who you idolize? Well, if you have, then I assume that you would understand why I shed tears whenever I recount the wonderful memories of the undying moments my grandfather and I shared together. I never fully understood the meaning of those six words “good things never last for very long” until 8 years ago when I had to cope with the sorrowful death of my last surviving grandfather, Egbert Thorpe, whose life got taken away by a defiant lung cancer. Somehow, I believed that his life could have been spared, but I
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A tightly knitted bond between my grandfather and I subsequently ensued, which spiraled into a lifelong stream of experiences and refreshing memories. It feels like it was not that long ago, when I was only 9 years, just started 4th grade in middle school. I remembered when grandpa threw my little underweight body into the driver’s seat of the monstrous size Massey Ferguson tractor. The pale red color of the old, musty, mangled metals that lined the body of the machine, gave the tractor ancient character. The soft, spongy cushioned seating that originally came with the tractor, had over time, slowly disappeared. The bare metallic seat casing, which was as hard as a rock, stood as the only remnant of the original seat. “Keep the tractor on the left side of the road and look where you are going,” Egbert would constantly reinforce, as he showed me how to drive the …show more content…
Most youths in the area we lived, saw Egbert as an influential father-figure, because of that, he was able to help straightened some of their twisted outlook on life. Roger, for instance, who lived a few blocks from where we lived, was a well-known troublemaker in the neighborhood. Often times, he would enter into someone’s home without permission, remove valuable items from the residence without the owner 's consent, and would fail to return the things he took. In other words, he was a well-known thief. After the 5th time he went to jail, I had lost count, but I’m sure he had gone there more than a million times. But even so, that didn’t deter my grandfather from employing Roger when he came desperately searching for a job. When everyone else shunned Roger because of his notorious reputation, my grandfather accepted him with open arms. Roger worked with grandpa on the farm for 2 consecutive years. During his first year on the farm, Roger could barely manage to do all of what was required, he did not even know how to use a bush Wacker to cut the grass, much less a machete. However, by the time it reached the second year, Roger was entirely changed. The individual that once was viewed as a thief got transformed by Egbert, into
A tightly knitted bond between my grandfather and I subsequently ensued, which spiraled into a lifelong stream of experiences and refreshing memories. It feels like it was not that long ago, when I was only 9 years, just started 4th grade in middle school. I remembered when grandpa threw my little underweight body into the driver’s seat of the monstrous size Massey Ferguson tractor. The pale red color of the old, musty, mangled metals that lined the body of the machine, gave the tractor ancient character. The soft, spongy cushioned seating that originally came with the tractor, had over time, slowly disappeared. The bare metallic seat casing, which was as hard as a rock, stood as the only remnant of the original seat. “Keep the tractor on the left side of the road and look where you are going,” Egbert would constantly reinforce, as he showed me how to drive the …show more content…
Most youths in the area we lived, saw Egbert as an influential father-figure, because of that, he was able to help straightened some of their twisted outlook on life. Roger, for instance, who lived a few blocks from where we lived, was a well-known troublemaker in the neighborhood. Often times, he would enter into someone’s home without permission, remove valuable items from the residence without the owner 's consent, and would fail to return the things he took. In other words, he was a well-known thief. After the 5th time he went to jail, I had lost count, but I’m sure he had gone there more than a million times. But even so, that didn’t deter my grandfather from employing Roger when he came desperately searching for a job. When everyone else shunned Roger because of his notorious reputation, my grandfather accepted him with open arms. Roger worked with grandpa on the farm for 2 consecutive years. During his first year on the farm, Roger could barely manage to do all of what was required, he did not even know how to use a bush Wacker to cut the grass, much less a machete. However, by the time it reached the second year, Roger was entirely changed. The individual that once was viewed as a thief got transformed by Egbert, into