Joseph essay about his grandfather

He was an interesting man. In many ways “interesting” isn’t the most positive way to describe something but that’s how I remember him. A solitary man yet overflowing with knowledge that he was always hesitant to share. I use the word interesting to describe my grandfather because he was such a confusing man that I had so much love for I could never think about all the wrong he did nor want to comprehend it. It meant nothing to me because as selfish as this may seem, he loved me more than anything in this world. My timeline of memories replays over and over again everyday. Sitting on a quite dock soaking in each other’s presence to listening to Spanish music on our car rides that seemingly felt like a lifetime. A lifetime that was never complete. A timeline that had such a gap, it fills my heart with regret and sadness. Every day I wish I can go back to the days where that inquisitive human being would pull up the street which seemed to be lit up like the red carpet at the Oscars no matter how rainy the day.

Every year on November 16th, I fill up those gaps that are missing in my timeline. That special day that we loved to share together, both our birthdays. I fill those gaps with thoughts of us being brought into this dangerous world the same day. Not only to live life but to share love for one another. We forget about the day he departed from this earth and use that to cherish life for all it’s worth. I honor him for his service to our country and all he did for me. To express what my grandfather was like and believed I want to use a poem from Tecumseh,

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or