Grandpa

Personal Narrative- Grandpa

Routinely pushing play on the answering machine, as I do every time I get home,

I was about to hear the words that would forever change my life. The sorrow and

agony in her voice gave away the horrifying news I had been regretfully waiting.

My heart sank as I sat and reflected on what had happened.

Since I was a little kid, my grandpa, Howard Scheuster, has always been a role

model in my life. He was an intelligent man, loyal Christian, prominent family

leader, and hard worker, thus I had many reasons for looking up to him my whole

life.

My grandpa was a victim of the affects of Lymphoma cancer for thirteen

years. Ever since I remember knowing my grandpa, he has had cancer,

but I would have never known it. When looking back at my grandpa, I remember

an avid fisherman, fanatic cigar collector, Chicago White Sox follower, and jazz

lover; but possibly the aspect of him I remember most was his many simple, yet

captivating stories about his past. My favorite of these stories had to be the

descriptive flashbacks of how he had met my grandma and all the romantic,

exciting jazz clubs they had spent there weekend nights at.

During the last summer of my grandpa's life, I was fortunate enough to spend

more time with him than ever before. Unaware of what the future would bring, I

guess I just hoped and thought that my grandpa would be fine and healthy

forever. Unfortunately, my grandpa began to slip, and various treatments, such

as chemotherapy, tragically failed. My grandpa soon lost his appetite,

something I thought my grandpa would never lose, because he was such a food

lover. His body frame began to shrink, and his bones began to show. Although

in much pain and helplessly attached to his bed, my grandpa was always in good

spirits, and always had a joyful smile on his white, bearded face, which is one

thing I will never forget about his character.

Upon returning from Grand Junction, I proceeded to check the messages. Pushing

play, I heard my grandma's voice; the sorrow and agony in her voice gave away

the horrifying news I had been regretfully waiting. My heart sank as I sat and

reflected on what had happened. My grandpa had passed away, and it would not

sink in for many days just how much I would miss him and how much I loved him.