A grandparent’s love for their grandchild is something that cannot be explained, even the brightest mind cannot conjure up a word for this kind of love. Merriam Webster defines a grandfather as the father of your mother or father, but my grandfather was so much more. My grandfather was the glue in my life, he was the sun in my sky and the light of my path. Anitapoems says “My grandfather had the wisdom of an owl, the sense of humor of a headless chicken, and the heart of an angel.” And I agree with that.
I used to collect seashells as a young girl only about four or five years old and I can still feel the soft sand under my wriggling toes as I try to wrestle out of my mother’s tight grip to go to catch up with my grandfather as she yells …show more content…
I just sat there waiting for him to wake up, we all did. My mom begging and pleading for him to wake up “ It’s time to go to the beach” she yelled at him before a heavy sob full of anguish filled the room and ever since then I became a girl of my own entity, I broke off from the real world, forgetting every single word my grandfather taught me.
After a long time, I yearned to just be back at my place, to be at our place filled with so much laughter, but for now all I have are my memories and my seashells. The saying goes “home is where your heart is” and my heart was at the beach with my grandfather. He told the last piece of advice I would ever receive from him at the beach that Friday evening “Make time to cry” he told me and I remember saying that was a funny one but in realization now that I’m older, I know that was his way of saying goodbye.
My family was never the same after he passed, we just didn’t click anymore. My grandfather was the glue that held us all together, he always kept a smile on our faces and we just didn’t know how to function without him. It wasn’t until I went back to our collection of seashells and felt all the things that I tried to keep bottled up inside me, remembering every word my grandfather told me I cried, I cried as if it was the day he died, I cried because I forgot all that he had told me, and I cried because he told me
I used to collect seashells as a young girl only about four or five years old and I can still feel the soft sand under my wriggling toes as I try to wrestle out of my mother’s tight grip to go to catch up with my grandfather as she yells …show more content…
I just sat there waiting for him to wake up, we all did. My mom begging and pleading for him to wake up “ It’s time to go to the beach” she yelled at him before a heavy sob full of anguish filled the room and ever since then I became a girl of my own entity, I broke off from the real world, forgetting every single word my grandfather taught me.
After a long time, I yearned to just be back at my place, to be at our place filled with so much laughter, but for now all I have are my memories and my seashells. The saying goes “home is where your heart is” and my heart was at the beach with my grandfather. He told the last piece of advice I would ever receive from him at the beach that Friday evening “Make time to cry” he told me and I remember saying that was a funny one but in realization now that I’m older, I know that was his way of saying goodbye.
My family was never the same after he passed, we just didn’t click anymore. My grandfather was the glue that held us all together, he always kept a smile on our faces and we just didn’t know how to function without him. It wasn’t until I went back to our collection of seashells and felt all the things that I tried to keep bottled up inside me, remembering every word my grandfather told me I cried, I cried as if it was the day he died, I cried because I forgot all that he had told me, and I cried because he told me