My Grandfather
My Grandfather
Amanda Jeffries
Mid-Continent University
English II
January 16, 2013
It was April 30, 2011. I was on my way to Wal-Mart with my two boys, Hunter and Harper. Since it was a Saturday morning, we were going to spend the day doing some shopping and later on, Hunter and Harper were going to baseball practice. As I was driving down the road, suddenly, I heard the ringtone chiming on my cell phone. I answered it, I knew this call was coming eventually and I was dreading it very much. My dad was on the other end telling me to get to my grandfather’s house as soon as I could. I asked him if something happened to Pa, that’s what we all called my grandfather, and he said, “no, not yet but the hospice nurse just told me that it wouldn’t be long.” I told him I was on my way and I whirled my car around in Wal-Mart parking lot and took off to the farm.
My grandfather was a huge part of my life. He was actually more of a dad to me instead of a grandfather because he and my grandmother pretty much raised my brother and me. My mother died when I was little and dad was always working. I grew up helping him on the farm raising tobacco, cutting hay, gardening, doing carpentry and woodworking. He taught me values, respect and made sure we were in church every Sunday. Farming and church was my Pa’s life. I didn’t realize it at the time, but those were the good ole days.
Early in the year of 2010, I began to notice that something was amiss with Pa. He was a huge cut-up. He was always doing something to tease or aggravate you. When I would visit or take my boys to see him, he complained about his shoulder hurting really badly. He also slept more than usual and was very pale. I noticed that he didn’t eat like he used to. He was always an enormous eater. We all tried to convince him to go see a doctor but he was so
Amanda Jeffries
Mid-Continent University
English II
January 16, 2013
It was April 30, 2011. I was on my way to Wal-Mart with my two boys, Hunter and Harper. Since it was a Saturday morning, we were going to spend the day doing some shopping and later on, Hunter and Harper were going to baseball practice. As I was driving down the road, suddenly, I heard the ringtone chiming on my cell phone. I answered it, I knew this call was coming eventually and I was dreading it very much. My dad was on the other end telling me to get to my grandfather’s house as soon as I could. I asked him if something happened to Pa, that’s what we all called my grandfather, and he said, “no, not yet but the hospice nurse just told me that it wouldn’t be long.” I told him I was on my way and I whirled my car around in Wal-Mart parking lot and took off to the farm.
My grandfather was a huge part of my life. He was actually more of a dad to me instead of a grandfather because he and my grandmother pretty much raised my brother and me. My mother died when I was little and dad was always working. I grew up helping him on the farm raising tobacco, cutting hay, gardening, doing carpentry and woodworking. He taught me values, respect and made sure we were in church every Sunday. Farming and church was my Pa’s life. I didn’t realize it at the time, but those were the good ole days.
Early in the year of 2010, I began to notice that something was amiss with Pa. He was a huge cut-up. He was always doing something to tease or aggravate you. When I would visit or take my boys to see him, he complained about his shoulder hurting really badly. He also slept more than usual and was very pale. I noticed that he didn’t eat like he used to. He was always an enormous eater. We all tried to convince him to go see a doctor but he was so