Grandpa, I believe in you

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a true story about the day my grandfather died.

Submitted: December 11, 2012

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Submitted: December 11, 2012

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Blake Roylance

25 Sept. 2012

Brother Gentry

Basic Writing 106

 

I Believe

I remember hearing the phone ring. The icy snow hit the pavement on that cold December morning. It was 3 AM, and as I answered, the darkness and cold grasped my throat. “Hello,” I muttered, sleep lingering in my head. It was my beloved mother. “Blake I am sorry to tell you this, but your grandfather has just passed away.” Tears came easily to my eyes because I had not only lost a grandfather, but a friend.

Weeks before this dreadful day, I stood by him, and listened to his laugh. He had the smile of a champion. His penetrating dark blue eyes met mine and this caused a rush of sensational glee. The way he walked and talked, his caliced hands, as he put mine in his. I could feel the work that he had done during his years, whether sorting cattle, or driving horses. I hope to hold those strong yet gentle hands once again. He was an example of hard work to all that knew him.

My grandfather owned a cabin up in the arctic state of Alaska. Each year we traveled up to go Salmon fishing in the Pacific Ocean. While fishing one day, I remember hearing my grandpa yell as the pole was almost torn from his hands. We had a bite, a big one. As we all helped reel in this monster catch, we realized the impossibility of keeping it. It was a baby sea lion fighting for life; finally, decided by my grandpa, we cut the string and off the poor creature went. As this moment played over in my mind, the dawn of hope cut through the chilling winter air.

In life, so many of us pass through difficulties that make us feel unwanted or alone. Each one of us, whoever we are, has lost a loved one, and has felt the emptiness and sorrow that comes along with the rush of life. Believing is more than just seeing. It’s trusting that we are here for a reason and that we are going somewhere. Will I see my grandpa again? Yes! This I do believe.


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