My Granddad was the most gentle and understanding person that I have ever known. He always brightened up the room wherever he went. When he was around the mood of the house became more cheerful. My Granddad fell victim to Pancreatic cancer, but by time we found out the doctors gave him about three months to live. Through that time, my family and I would frequently visit him and when we would get there he would always be smiling. Unaware of the situation entirely, I always thought that he would get better because he was at the hospital where his cancer could be treated. I never felt like he was scared even though everyone else was, which is something that I will never forget about his character. My Granddads death was certainly an experience
