Sunday, October 4, 2015
A Hero’s Cap
Ever since I was a little kid I
adored my grandfather. He was such an honorable person. He joined the military
and fought in the Vietnam War. He lived in Tuscon, Arizona after he retired
from the military and that’s where I saw him most of the time. After the war,
there was something wrong with him and we had to put him in a electric
wheelchair.
He was the nicest man you will ever
meet. He used to give me rides around on his wheelchair when I was too lazy to
walk somewhere. He was a funny guy too, always making fun of my dad in the
funniest of ways. Them too were pretty close and loved each other a lot. We
often visited Arizona because of this.
One normal day we had got a call from
the doctors in Arizona and said that my grandfather was in the hospital. We
hoped so much that it was minor, but a couple days later they said that he had
passed away. Now this was about three years ago, but I still remember it like it
was yesterday. This was a bad day for everyone especially my dad. I don’t think
that I have ever seen my dad cry, but that day he was in a lot of tears.
We went out to Arizona for the
funeral. This was probably the saddest I have ever seen my grandmother too.
Everyone there was sad because a great man had passed. When I had got to my grandmother’s house after the funeral
she said that she had needed to talk to me about something. She said that she
wanted to give me the hat that he would always wear around. At first, I said,”
no I can’t take that because I didn’t deserve something like that”. Then she
persuaded me into taking it because of the fact that I needed something to
remember him by.
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