My Grandfather

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I hardly ever think about the lives my grand-parents and great-grand-parents led. Maybe this hig tech world has desensitized us to our emotions, or maybe we have lost touch with our spiritual selves. Whatever the case, it seems that in today's modern world, most people don't think or worry about people who lived in a different time than today. Why should my ancestors be of importance to me? After thinking about this topic, I began to realize the importance of knowing more about my relatives. Sometimes a family tree is written for reasons other than just being able to trace your roots. Obviously, if it were not for my relatives I could not have existed. The gift of life is indeed a gift, a gift I believe is only given to us once. I think pursuing the knowledge of one's ancestors is like trying to find out who you are inside, at least to a certain extent. When I think back to when my grandfather was alive, I can see traces of myself within his image. I cannot exactly pinpoint what it is about him that makes me similar, but I know there are various personal qualities that I share. I always looked up to my grandfather when I was growing up, even though at the time, I may not have realized the importance of appreciation. I'm older now and my grandfather is only a collage of memories. After thinking about my grandfather more extensively though, I felt it was time I find out a little more about what he was like. Maybe I would understand a part of myself, or see a part of myself I had not seen before. It has been seven years and five months since my grandfather passed away, but I can still remember many aspects of his personality and appearance. I was going on 16 at the time. I can vividly remember what his voice was like, strong ... ... middle of paper ... ...here. From the years I spent there, I could have easily called it my second home. My grandfather did a lot for me. Sometimes he would pick me up from school and take me to various places around town. And I can't leave out all his fine cooking. He was best cook I ever knew. My father's cooking is pretty good as well, but it could not top my grandfather's. Memories like these that I have of my childhood makes me see how much I may have taken my relationship with him for granted. This is not to say that I have any regrets about my relationship with him. I was still fairly young when he passed away. However, since I never expected him to leave as soon as he did, it made me see ways in which I could have done more for him or more with him. My grandfather was a great man, but now he is gone, and I am a grown man who has become curious of what he was before I was born.

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