Time is never found again
It was June 11 2011; game 6 of the NBA Finals was being broadcast around the country. A couple friends and I were at a Buffalo Wild Wings cheering on the Dallas Mavericks like every other hater in that restaurant. We were having so much fun, my mother called me but I ignored it because I didn’t want to ruin my fun at that moment. As Dwayne Wade missed his last shot of the season everyone just jumped up and celebrated the loss of the Miami Heat. My phone was vibrating all that night that I decided not to ignore it not knowing what would come next. My mom told me that my grandfather just had a heart attack and that they are in the hospital right now. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do so I just stormed out of the bar and drove to the hospital as fast as I could but by the time I got there it was too late.
As I was coming in I saw my mother coming to me all covered with tears, she told me that my grandfather has just passed away. My reaction to that was nothing but a cold feeling and no emotion at all. As I was staring to the ground my mother gave me something, it was my grandfather’s most prized pocket watch. She told me that he wanted me to have it before he pasted, I didn’t know why in the world he wanted me to have it I mean I barely knew the guy and his most prized possession and he gave it to me? I took it without question, though that day changed my life in a way on how I can become a better person not only to myself but to everyone that I care about.
My grandfather was a great person; he was literally “The most interesting man in the world” but I never knew it. Once every week my grandparents would visit us and my grandfather would go on and on talking about how he traveled the whole world from the outback of Australia to the cold depths of Norway. Also meeting new people in his travels, I slightly remember him saying that he met the queen of England and personally shook her hand. But me as...