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This is a profile essay that wil portray the emotions of a lost one while also giving you a sense of rememberence of them

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A Man Not Forgotten

I knew a man once; he brought me donuts every Sunday morning. He wore golf clothes and socks pulled up to his knees. I knew a man that ate enough rice in a day to feed China. He had big ears and eyes that were clear as water. I knew a man so prideful that he chose to fix projects he most likely did not have a clue how to fix. He was tall and skinny, but as strong as a waterfall crashing into the lake below. I knew a man who was my mentor, my companion, my grandfather.

My grandfather was a man that I modeled my life after since I understood "life" itself. He took each step with pride and dignity. I went everywhere with him watching how the adults and children adored and admired him. It was as if he was an angel sent here from heaven. He gave so much to the community. After seeing the way he pursued life, it gave me a whole new grasp on mine. Spending one day with him, watching people drop what they were doing just to give a respectful handshake or warm embrace, made me realize how much I wanted to be just like him. My grandfather taught me how to give respect and how to earn it for myself. He also told me that you have to give a little to get a little. "That was the key to life," he said. Even though he might not have known it, through his actions he opened up a whole new world to my virgin eyes. Being with him was like experiencing life to the fullest. I perfected good morals, values, every day with my grandfather.

Walking side by side, trying to take every step identical to his, while he smiled down at me with a huge grin upon his face. I mimicked his every move as we walked to the kitchen. The way he picked up his fork to scoop the freshly cooked rice right out of the pot. Even down to every shake of the pepper shaker. I wanted to be him in every aspect.

When I was young, my mother used to let me invite a friend over, but in the end I always found myself wanting to have my grandfather. He was my companion in every sense of the...