Life’s Cruel Practical Jokes
I wish I knew my grandfather as people want me to know him. Everyone pictures my grandfather in his prime. People tell me that my grandfather became an accomplished professor and chemist. Time and time again, others said to me that he built his art creations using science. Pictures shoved in my face tell me of the years my grandfather and my grandmother traveled the world.
“When I headed off to college, he built my shelves by hand! Everything he did, he did with so much precision, Brooke. You would not believe all he did for me.”
Laughing through the memories, he tells me of his practical jokes he would play on his fellow chemists. His students told me he could go hunting with his dogs; he could help his daughter with her homework; he could grade all of his students' assignments with time to spare. He was unstoppable.
For some of those things, I can’t deny. Even now, my grandfather works extremely hard: spending most of his time on math …show more content…
Every time she picks up the phone, I mentally prepare for what my grandmother will say. Maybe this will be the time she says his oxygen tank failed during the night. Or possibly he fell and hit his head. Perhaps it won’t be this time, but next time is a genuine possibility. Logically, I know he will die before the rest of my grandparents: his body has been shutting down over time. Emotionally, I am not ready to face that kind of heartbreak. Life should have given him a comfortable retirement life. Instead, it gave him hospital visits galore. His life went from bringing home the income for a family to the special-needs person that inconveniences the lives around him. Understandably, growing old can take a toll on the body. But I have also heard that “good men get better with age.” Life cut him out of that deal, which gives him the right to curse the world for giving him such a horrible hand of cards. He should be
I wish I knew my grandfather as people want me to know him. Everyone pictures my grandfather in his prime. People tell me that my grandfather became an accomplished professor and chemist. Time and time again, others said to me that he built his art creations using science. Pictures shoved in my face tell me of the years my grandfather and my grandmother traveled the world.
“When I headed off to college, he built my shelves by hand! Everything he did, he did with so much precision, Brooke. You would not believe all he did for me.”
Laughing through the memories, he tells me of his practical jokes he would play on his fellow chemists. His students told me he could go hunting with his dogs; he could help his daughter with her homework; he could grade all of his students' assignments with time to spare. He was unstoppable.
For some of those things, I can’t deny. Even now, my grandfather works extremely hard: spending most of his time on math …show more content…
Every time she picks up the phone, I mentally prepare for what my grandmother will say. Maybe this will be the time she says his oxygen tank failed during the night. Or possibly he fell and hit his head. Perhaps it won’t be this time, but next time is a genuine possibility. Logically, I know he will die before the rest of my grandparents: his body has been shutting down over time. Emotionally, I am not ready to face that kind of heartbreak. Life should have given him a comfortable retirement life. Instead, it gave him hospital visits galore. His life went from bringing home the income for a family to the special-needs person that inconveniences the lives around him. Understandably, growing old can take a toll on the body. But I have also heard that “good men get better with age.” Life cut him out of that deal, which gives him the right to curse the world for giving him such a horrible hand of cards. He should be