My Heavenly Angel Since I was a little girl, I can remember every little detail about my grandfather. I looked up to him. He was my idol. He would always visit on holidays and birthdays. He always came bearing gifts. What little kid wouldn’t love that? He was constantly there for me and my other siblings. He was the one who gave me my first car. He did so many things for me. He helped me with so many things. He also taught me many things in life. He truly was the most caring and generous man, I had ever known. He would give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it. But don’t take his kindness for a weakness because as loving as he was, he had a stern, strict, masculine, hard side. For example, as kids, no one wanted to upset my grandfather.
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He had multiple surgeries to remove tumors that had grown on his face. Five to be exact before the Chemotherapy started. He went through Chemotherapy for about a year. He went through radiation for about six months. After going through all of this another tumor came up. He went ahead and decided to have the surgery to remove it. Two weeks after that surgery another tumor appeared. My grandfather was ready to throw in the towel. He was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. He was tired. He did not see the point in going through all these surgeries, getting more weak and tired, if the tumors were going to keep showing back up. He gave cancer the best fight he could. It was a long and hard battle. He decided to stop all treatments to cure it. He wanted to live the rest of his life the best way he …show more content…
My family did what we had to do. I went to the funeral home the day before the funeral home had the viewing. It was so hard for me to see him lying there in his coffin, lifeless and cold. I wanted him to sit up, wrap his strong arms around me and tell me he is ok, that everything was going to be ok. That he wasn’t in pain anymore. The next day all our family had friends showed up so say their good-byes. It was hard and it was sad, but it had to be done. After all our family and friends left that night, I did not want to leave him. I knew that would be the last time I would have my eyes on him. I started to leave and ran back to my grandfather’s side, crying and asking God why. It was not my grandpa’s time to go. In all the sadness, I was still able to find happiness because I knew my grandfather was not suffering anymore. God called him home. But it was still a long and hard journey. There were times when I felt I wouldn’t be able to make it or get through it. The love for my grandfather got me through it. I remembered all the times we had a death in the family and the talks we had afterwards. He always told me they were in a better place and will protect us, our guardian angels. My grandfather was a firm believer that prayer is power. Praying comforted me in many ways. Today, my grandfather is gone. He is in heaven looking down on us. He is now my guardian angel. He still and always will hold a special place in my heart.
He had multiple surgeries to remove tumors that had grown on his face. Five to be exact before the Chemotherapy started. He went through Chemotherapy for about a year. He went through radiation for about six months. After going through all of this another tumor came up. He went ahead and decided to have the surgery to remove it. Two weeks after that surgery another tumor appeared. My grandfather was ready to throw in the towel. He was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. He was tired. He did not see the point in going through all these surgeries, getting more weak and tired, if the tumors were going to keep showing back up. He gave cancer the best fight he could. It was a long and hard battle. He decided to stop all treatments to cure it. He wanted to live the rest of his life the best way he …show more content…
My family did what we had to do. I went to the funeral home the day before the funeral home had the viewing. It was so hard for me to see him lying there in his coffin, lifeless and cold. I wanted him to sit up, wrap his strong arms around me and tell me he is ok, that everything was going to be ok. That he wasn’t in pain anymore. The next day all our family had friends showed up so say their good-byes. It was hard and it was sad, but it had to be done. After all our family and friends left that night, I did not want to leave him. I knew that would be the last time I would have my eyes on him. I started to leave and ran back to my grandfather’s side, crying and asking God why. It was not my grandpa’s time to go. In all the sadness, I was still able to find happiness because I knew my grandfather was not suffering anymore. God called him home. But it was still a long and hard journey. There were times when I felt I wouldn’t be able to make it or get through it. The love for my grandfather got me through it. I remembered all the times we had a death in the family and the talks we had afterwards. He always told me they were in a better place and will protect us, our guardian angels. My grandfather was a firm believer that prayer is power. Praying comforted me in many ways. Today, my grandfather is gone. He is in heaven looking down on us. He is now my guardian angel. He still and always will hold a special place in my heart.