There is that one person in everybody’s life who they simply know they will never forget. It could be a stranger on the street who simply greeted them and brightened their day, or it might be someone they’ve known for years. Whichever the case, they look up to this person and want to be just like them. For me, that person is my grandfather. I look up to him, and someday I hope that I could have his personality; kind but firm, gentle but strong, fervent but serious. There are at least three reasons why I admire my grandpa more than anyone else I know.
To begin, I respect my grandfather because he has been and forever will be there for me when I need him. Back when I was depressed because my aunt was diagnosed with lung cancer, he stayed so strong, which I believe he only did around me. After all, it was his sister, so how could he have been so calm and relaxed? But he stayed unyielding and told me, “She’ll ...view middle of the document...
Plus, the outdoors are so marvelous. Strange formations and magnificent color schemes can be found all over the world, you just to have the motives to go out and find them. My Papa and I constantly bond over nature and the beauties we find. He lives out in the privy country, so we always sit around a fire and watch the stars. When it’s snowing, we sit in his jacuzzi and admire the v-shape of the birds flying overhead. Sometimes we see an airplane, and he makes some random guess as to where it will land. I’ve always assumed he was right, but I never checked. Also, every summer he takes me to somewhere I’ve never been. Some places have been Seattle, California, Oregon, Arizona, South Dakota, and he plans to take me on a trip to Alaska in the future.
Lastly, I honor my grandfather because of all the lessons he has taught me and all the advice he has given to me. He has coached me in simple things; the constellations, how to saddle and ride a horse, how to check the pumps, how to correctly paint a wall, how to clean a car until the windows luster, how to weld. And when I do something wrong, he never rebukes me. But all of these simple directions have had deeper meanings to both of us. To me, it was like learning how to express myself and be who I wanted to be. To him, it was giving him a chance to be a teacher and share his experiences and his wisdom. Sometimes I feel so callow around him, inexperienced and stupid. He induces me to try the task, however, every single time I am nervous or unsure.
Clearly, I admire my grandfather for some very obvious and important reasons. He is always there for me, no matter what the situation be. He is close with nature and loves the outdoors, which I respect greatly. And finally, he has taught me so many things about life and how to live it. My Papa is so significant in my life, and I have no idea how I would cope without him to guide me. The thought of losing him is a morbid one, and I refrain from thinking too much about it. I love him so much, and never before have I said goodbye without a hug to go along with it.