Grandpa :: Personal Narrative Profile

Personal Narrative- Grandpa Routinely pushing run on the answering machine, as I do every age I get home,I was near to hear the words that would evermore change my life. The sorrow andagony in her section gave away the unworthy news I had been regretfully waiting.My heart sank as I sit and reflected on what had happened.Since I was a little kid, my granddaddy, Howard Scheuster, has always been a situationmodel in my life. He was an intelligent man, loyal Christian, prominent familyleader, and demanding worker, thus I had many reasons for looking up to him my wholelife.My grandad was a victim of the affects of Lymphoma cancer for thirteenyears. Ever since I call back knowing my gramps, he has had cancer,but I would have neer cognize it. When looking back at my grandad, I rememberan avid fisherman, demon cigar collector, Chicago White Sox follower, and jazzlover but possibly the looking at of him I remember most was his many simple, yetcaptivating stories about his pas t. My favorite of these stories had to be thedescriptive flashbacks of how he had met my grandma and all the romantic, raise jazz clubs they had spent there weekend nights at.During the last summer of my grandpas life, I was fortunate enough to spendmore time with him than ever before. unaware of what the future would bring, Iguess I just hoped and thought that my grandpa would be fine and healthyforever. Unfortunately, my grandpa began to slip, and various treatments, suchas chemotherapy, tragically failed. My grandpa soon lost his appetite,something I thought my grandpa would never lose, because he was such a foodlover. His body pulp began to shrink, and his bones began to show. Althoughin more than pain and helplessly attached to his bed, my grandpa was always in goodspirits, and always had a joyful pull a face on his white, bearded face, which is onething I will never forget about his character.Upon returning from Grand Junction, I proceeded to check the messages. push butt onplay, I heard my grandmas voice the sorrow and agony in her voice gave awaythe horrifying news I had been regretfully waiting. My heart sank as I sat andreflected on what had happened. My grandpa had passed away, and it would notsink in for many days just how much I would miss him and how much I loved him.