Narrative Essay About My Grandpa

People always want to hear the words I love and I miss you. My grandpa always made me feel special. He always would ask me, “Who loves you? and my answer would be “you.” Then he would say “Who loves me?” and I would say “me.” Always hearing those words made me feel great. I knew someone cared about me and it made me feel like I was on top of the world; no one could hurt me. But, now I don’t hear those words anymore. My grandpa’s name was Joseph Anthony Arredia; he was six feet tall with silver grey and white hair that he always combed to the right side. He had tan wrinkly skin and he always wore tan pants.

Joe’s laugh was so contagious; he could brighten up a whole room. He made jokes left and right, just the funniest guy in the world. One joke that I always laughed at is when one of his sons did something stupid like forgetting to bring food to family dinner, he would say “You mother fucker, you” and start laughing. He had three sons and their names were Mark which is my dad, Greg and Gary. …show more content…
His favorite spot was hands down in his garden in the backyard. He went out there every morning to feed his orange and white fish in the pond, surrounded by yellow flowers because he loved the color yellow and the ceramic animals sitting around it. Everything his grandchildren made him he would put all over his garden. There was a boy and girl statue holding hands, a family of frogs and a brown bridge over the pond. He had four yellow chairs in the garden and right before I would go to the alley to throw out trash there was a yellow bird house that my sister Gianna made for him. My grandpa was like a yellow tulip, soft, humble, put together on the inside and amazing to look at from the outside. He would ask me, “Go and look at my garden, do you like it?” He doesn’t ask me that anymore. Cancer caught up to him and he didn’t end up winning. I miss him so much and love him dearly. That day heaven got an angel. He will forever be in my