A small, fragile, square clock that no longer goes tick, tock, tick, tock.The clock was my Grandfathers. This clock was with him for his whole life then handed down to me. This clock might not tick anymore although, it did when he was around; no matter where he went that clock went with him. A clock ticks from someone’s first breath to their last heart beat. I have my Grandpa’s little ticking heart. While, the clock ticks, it ticks for every moment that happens. The clock was there when he brought his first and last child home; it was there when he went to prison to save his son’s names. It was there at his bedside when he took his last breath.
The year I was going into middle school was the year my Grandpa was diagnosed with Pancreas Cancer.
The year I was going into middle school was the year my Grandpa was diagnosed with Pancreas Cancer.