My Grandfather
My vision seemed to get a little blurry, and my legs begin to get really weak. I never thought this day would come, October 11th, 2012 my life had changed dramatically. A man that was so strong and confident had now been token from me. His name was Felton Williams, but most people called him “Prince”. I would call my grandfather a fighter when it came to Cancer, but it always kept his happiness, love, and faith.
There’s a lot of things Cancer can do but it couldn’t take my grandfather’s happiness. Sitting at the hospital room #230 smelling the cleaner and hearing the machines beep ever second is how I spent most of my nights. Not a day went by I didnt make it down to Saint Anthony’s to walk in to the room and see him smiling …show more content…
I wasn’t the first grandchild, but he spoiled and protected me like a mother Bear did her cubs. He would take me on longs walks at the park and to get Ice Cream, I loved flowers so we would stop and pick them as we go. Of course, he lets me; even if that means picking them out someone else’s yard. My granny, Phyllis would always say “stay the hell out them people yard something going to get both of you just keep on”. But he would just look at me, hug me and say “anything for grandad’s baby …show more content…
Most of these, I can’t tell; the secrets we tell each other is contained within a secret but the trust is kept tight. As I got older I begin to struggle in school everything was going left, he always gave me great words of encouragement. My grandfather’s faith was bigger than anything you could imagine. A man of god? He was, not a second thought about that; his favorite bible verse was Matthew 17:20. My grandfather meant the world to me, part of this is due to the fact my biological father wasn’t around all the time so my grandfather stepped up. I have now only come to a point in life where time has took over, and memory have begun to develop. I remember sitting down with him talking asking him about his life; it was fascinating. He told me all types of stories, from the time he was so small he was able to fit in a shoe box to the time he got older and had gained so much weight. Every Saturday morning he said he would be the first one up to get breakfast and the last to leave the damn table. That old man there was something else, I don’t know how my grandma was able to put up with him. Yes they argued so much I would just think to myself would they just shut the hell
My vision seemed to get a little blurry, and my legs begin to get really weak. I never thought this day would come, October 11th, 2012 my life had changed dramatically. A man that was so strong and confident had now been token from me. His name was Felton Williams, but most people called him “Prince”. I would call my grandfather a fighter when it came to Cancer, but it always kept his happiness, love, and faith.
There’s a lot of things Cancer can do but it couldn’t take my grandfather’s happiness. Sitting at the hospital room #230 smelling the cleaner and hearing the machines beep ever second is how I spent most of my nights. Not a day went by I didnt make it down to Saint Anthony’s to walk in to the room and see him smiling …show more content…
I wasn’t the first grandchild, but he spoiled and protected me like a mother Bear did her cubs. He would take me on longs walks at the park and to get Ice Cream, I loved flowers so we would stop and pick them as we go. Of course, he lets me; even if that means picking them out someone else’s yard. My granny, Phyllis would always say “stay the hell out them people yard something going to get both of you just keep on”. But he would just look at me, hug me and say “anything for grandad’s baby …show more content…
Most of these, I can’t tell; the secrets we tell each other is contained within a secret but the trust is kept tight. As I got older I begin to struggle in school everything was going left, he always gave me great words of encouragement. My grandfather’s faith was bigger than anything you could imagine. A man of god? He was, not a second thought about that; his favorite bible verse was Matthew 17:20. My grandfather meant the world to me, part of this is due to the fact my biological father wasn’t around all the time so my grandfather stepped up. I have now only come to a point in life where time has took over, and memory have begun to develop. I remember sitting down with him talking asking him about his life; it was fascinating. He told me all types of stories, from the time he was so small he was able to fit in a shoe box to the time he got older and had gained so much weight. Every Saturday morning he said he would be the first one up to get breakfast and the last to leave the damn table. That old man there was something else, I don’t know how my grandma was able to put up with him. Yes they argued so much I would just think to myself would they just shut the hell