Reflection On The Buckeye

The first time I read “The Buckeye” it was hard for me to focus on the assignment questions. All I could think about is how I could relate to this story. This goes back to the discussions in class. This story in no way was the same experience I have had. However, I could relate to him on how he felt. For this reason, I am able to understand what Mr. Sanders is trying to tell his readers. While I was deployed in 2012 I lost my grandfather. Still, to this day, I won’t talk about him. I couldn’t forgive myself for not being able to be there in his final moments. I never took the proper time to grieve over his death either, a few quick tears and off to work I went. I still hold on to the guilt and I still hurt from missing my grandfather. When my son was first born I knew how proud he was to have battled with cancer long enough to be a Great Grandfather. He stayed very involved with my son’s life until the cancer started to get worse. The last outfit my grandpa had sent my son was a onesie that had a Ford logo on the front, and steam coming out of the back. My other Grandfather, Pop-Pop, is the retired Vice President of Ford. I was raised to drive a Ford or I would basically be shunned. Every summer I would spend two weeks with my grandpa and that would be his time to
Sanders mentioned that he could lose these Buckeye seeds and he also could lose the walnut box, it’s the memories that matter. He refers to loosing memories as “a bush with no roots”. I believe he is telling us that it isn’t the place or the items that that tell a story, it’s us, and we should share our stories as well as make new ones. I believe that this article is supposed to remind us of a difficult time that we have had in our lives, something that we hold on to and that has had great significance to us. At the end of the article he says that after he had visited the land his home was on he was able to let go. As long as we have the memory we can let go of the