“Appreciate and cherish every moment with those you love” was something my father would always tell me. Growing up I was always out and about, constantly busy with school and going on adventures with friends. I didn’t spend much time at home with my beloved family, nor did I express much of my love towards them. I later realized how important those words my father told me when I lost one of them forever.
After a long and exhausting day of school, I was set to take my excruciating walk of 30 minutes back to my house. Thank the Lord I had good friends who kept me in good company and made my walks entertaining. However, that particular day my malevolent friend who loved to poke fun at me decided to tag along. He always knew how to exasperate me …show more content…
It was my aunt. I was elated to see her, assuming she was there to give me a ride and end the agonizing walk under the gigantic ball of fire, melting me along with the schmuck who wouldn’t stop blabbering his mouth. But, as I saw the look on her face I knew she had bad news to bring. “Josie!” she called, pausing for a while. Then unexpectedly, “Your grandfather has passed.” I froze. I heard my friends gasp. I could feel their worrying presence except for that heartless schmuck who laughed and pointed at me, giggling “Hahaha her grandpa is dead.” Oh how I wanted to punch him in the face right then and there. Instead, I ignored him and hopped in the back seat of the tricycle, feeling numb. It hadn’t hit me yet. I tried to …show more content…
We talked about the way he often scolded us over the silliest things like playing with fake money. He would say “Money is money, whether it be fake or real” and we’d start laughing. Whenever he caught us playing store he would rush to the room and grab a hanger or a slipper and start whacking us. Oh how painfully, he spanked us. We also talked about the way he LOVED to tickle us. It was one of his punishments when he couldn’t find a slipper or hanger. He would tickle us until we were almost out of air. Literally. Then lastly, we talked about our favorite memory with him, which was spending the afternoons together on the weekends watching television and sharing a bottle of coke along with some peanut butter sandwiches. His favorite snack ever. He could never go a day without eating them. After recollecting on the old days I realized I didn’t spend much time with him. There were many times I chose my friends over him. I always kind of thought he would forever be by my side. I was young and took him for granted. It was then I realized I should have spent more time with him. I should have known he was growing old and weak and that his time would soon end. In that moment, I wished I could rewind time and devote more of my time caring and laughing with
After a long and exhausting day of school, I was set to take my excruciating walk of 30 minutes back to my house. Thank the Lord I had good friends who kept me in good company and made my walks entertaining. However, that particular day my malevolent friend who loved to poke fun at me decided to tag along. He always knew how to exasperate me …show more content…
It was my aunt. I was elated to see her, assuming she was there to give me a ride and end the agonizing walk under the gigantic ball of fire, melting me along with the schmuck who wouldn’t stop blabbering his mouth. But, as I saw the look on her face I knew she had bad news to bring. “Josie!” she called, pausing for a while. Then unexpectedly, “Your grandfather has passed.” I froze. I heard my friends gasp. I could feel their worrying presence except for that heartless schmuck who laughed and pointed at me, giggling “Hahaha her grandpa is dead.” Oh how I wanted to punch him in the face right then and there. Instead, I ignored him and hopped in the back seat of the tricycle, feeling numb. It hadn’t hit me yet. I tried to …show more content…
We talked about the way he often scolded us over the silliest things like playing with fake money. He would say “Money is money, whether it be fake or real” and we’d start laughing. Whenever he caught us playing store he would rush to the room and grab a hanger or a slipper and start whacking us. Oh how painfully, he spanked us. We also talked about the way he LOVED to tickle us. It was one of his punishments when he couldn’t find a slipper or hanger. He would tickle us until we were almost out of air. Literally. Then lastly, we talked about our favorite memory with him, which was spending the afternoons together on the weekends watching television and sharing a bottle of coke along with some peanut butter sandwiches. His favorite snack ever. He could never go a day without eating them. After recollecting on the old days I realized I didn’t spend much time with him. There were many times I chose my friends over him. I always kind of thought he would forever be by my side. I was young and took him for granted. It was then I realized I should have spent more time with him. I should have known he was growing old and weak and that his time would soon end. In that moment, I wished I could rewind time and devote more of my time caring and laughing with