Narrative Essay About My Grandfather

I remember very little about my grandfather compared to what my family remembers, and the things I do remember are not his smile nor his laugh, but what we would do together. In the evenings I sat next to him on our couch, the both of us freshly showered and in our pajamas. He would wrap his arm around me and I would nestle into his side and fall asleep listening to his games shows. This was a common occurrence, almost every night, but my grandfather was not only my grandparent. He was my father, my Papa. He raised me, clothed me, and feed me along with my grandmother, my mother, my Nanny and his wife. A woman of whom I still live with today. As I grew up, I did everything I could to keep his memory alive with in both me and the rest of my family. Even going so far as to go to Build-a-Bear and make my Papabear. Of whom, from my child-like perspective, had both his name Joseph Arnold Moretti and his loving personality. My Papa was always there …show more content…
My Papa died of a four artery heart attack on March 27, 2008. The once bright and rosy world I was accustomed to turned a dull and depressing grey. Sense then my world has become brighter and many other actors have entered the stage of my life, but so far no one has ever commanded that spotlight as he once did. As far as I am concerned he is the best man I ever knew. He is a Veteran, a husband, a father, a grandfather, and a hero. My hero. I refuse to speak of him in the past tense, because he still affects me to this day. When I get up, before I fall asleep, and even in school, I thinks of what I can do to make him proud of me. Just because he went to heaven does not mean he stopped having an impact upon my life and the choices I make. I believe that a person is a product of their past and he is the star of my childhood. He was the superhero during a thunderstorm, he was Santa, and he was the tooth fairy, but he is my past and my past to this day affects every aspect of the person I