Years ago, my grandpa died today. He’s the one who forced a pencil in my hand and made me draw. Years later, I was a part of the programs at the fine arts museum, art club and always went to an after school art class held at Marshall middle school.
He’s also the reason I love cats. Whenever I would cry, he’d grab the family cat and start making them do a dance and he did it so well, I smiled every time. It’s a rare and special trait for men to like cats. It shows they’re really one of a kind.
He also made instant ramen for me and Kelsey almost every day for lunch. He didn’t really know how to make much of anything else and I definitely don’t blame him. He’s the reason I have a love for ramen, the instant kind as well as the fresh kind. He wouldn’t let me have anything to drink though. Only until after I was done with my soup because the broth is already something to drink technically.
He was an amazing artist, he had a serious gift for drawing, painting and writing. He also read and studied the bible everyday. He wasn’t always a great husband or father but he made up for it later by being the best grandfather he could be to me and my sisters.
It was sad to find out he had passed and I couldn’t even go to his funeral. It was sad to see my mom fall apart so much especially after losing her sister the same year. But it was nice to know that he knew his time was coming and took my grandma out for one last hurrah.
They stayed out the entire night and didn’t care to check in with anyone, they didn’t have a care in the world. It was just them, no one else.They talked and talked for hours before finally going to sleep. Then that morning he had passed alone and peacefully in his bed while my grandma left to the kitchen to fix up some hot tea. She left for five minutes and just like that, he was gone.I’ll always miss my grandpa and I hope he’s still around somehow. I hope I die of old age knowing I lived fully and loved hard. I hope I leave the world satisfied just like he did.