Subjects:
As I sat alone on the edge of the pew, I realized I wasn?t. There, all around me were family, friends, and several people of whom I had only heard. Until that moment, I was frozen. Fixated on the flowers that lay on the coffin. Everything else in the world was gone. All the times he fell asleep in his chair, when I would hold his nose to make him wake up. All the baseball games we watched together. The trip to Yankee Stadium in his later years, the only time I ever saw him cry. All the times we went to the grocery store and I came back with nothing but candy. The hours we would walk the halls together when he couldn?t sleep. Even the recent late nights when he was tied to a hospital bed, begging me to undo the straps so he could go home. I knew all of this. But for one brief moment, I didn?t.
My grandfather and grandmother had a strong relationship. He loved her and she loved him. No
. . .
There was another side to the whole story as well. This would be a significant rift in my family for years to come. She was growing old, and he was growing older. He was never content to sit down for long.
Some years later, while I was away at school, I received a phone call telling me that my grandfather had passed. She would sit and watch game shows all day. This may not go down in history as one of the grave injustices of the world, but to me it was. For their own reasons, they loved each other.
Essay's Topics
All research is for reference purposes only.