My Grandfather was a great man, or so I've been told. Unfortunately, he past away when I was 3, in 1987. It is amazing however, how many memories I have with him. When we are that young, we normally have no recollection of anything. But that is not the case with me. I remember so many things, playing the Batman board game with my brother, my cousin and him, laying on his bed. Him wearing his thick eyeglasses, short sleeve shirt with the pocket, looking like a doctor does. I remember him taking us to the club to drink Fanta, just us boys. I don't really know how I remember these things, but I'd like to think that God sends us these memories for a reason, especially when he takes someone so precious so soon. I know God had a plan for him. He was one of those people that you just admired, one of those people whose goal in life was to help others, and put others before him, and that made him happy, that gave him joy. We don't see many people like that anymore; in today's world, we are so concerned with what we want, with what makes us feel better, that we forget that there are so many people out there that need our help.
We have become such a selfish society, where sharing and thinking of others are an afterthought. I miss him everyday, deep inside me, but I also know that everyday he is with me, he is sitting next to me, protecting me and making sure I become the person that he would have wanted me to be. I try to be a good person, I try to become better everyday, I really do. I try to be the best I can for all those people who love me, all those people who call me family, all those people who call me a friend, all those people who need my help. But sometimes, we focus too much on everything else that we forget about our own, about those few people who really matter, we forget about ourselves. It is so difficult to make everyone happy, and to be honest, we shouldn't try to make everyone happy, because we can't. But I think my Grandpa was one of those people. He helped so much and the amazing thing is, as I've found out later in life, that he helped people and not even his own family knew about it. Unlike in today's world, he helped others because he thought it was the right thing to do, because he wanted to; not because he would get recognition or because someone would think how good he was.
I hope one day I can be like him, I really do; I know I have a long way to go. I need to understand that God throws challenges at us to test us, to test our character, to see what we are made of; to see if we are willing to sacrifice, for ourselves and for others, and to see how much we are willing to give up, for happiness. But what is happiness? How do we define happiness? Well, that's for another day! All I know is that, if my Grandpa was here today, still with us, he would tell me, in his calm voice, that it will all be OK, that things happen for a reason and that he would always be there for me, no matter what. I know there are a lot of people who have told me that already, but it is not the same. I knew him for 3 years of my life, and he left us 25 years ago; but I feel like he has always been with me, and always will be. He is with us as well, me and wife. My wife left her wedding bouquet at his grave, so he could be part of the start of our lives together, so he could be with us. And I know he is, I know he is watching over us and he is going to take care of us, both of us, for better or for worse; that is what he does, that is who he is. Tomorrow will be a tough day, really tough, it's our anniversary; we'll see what the world brings me. All I can say is, Grandpa, I know you are up there, I know that God took you because he needs great people with him. I hate that I never got to know you better, but I know you are with me every second of the day. I love you and I miss you, so so much...
We have become such a selfish society, where sharing and thinking of others are an afterthought. I miss him everyday, deep inside me, but I also know that everyday he is with me, he is sitting next to me, protecting me and making sure I become the person that he would have wanted me to be. I try to be a good person, I try to become better everyday, I really do. I try to be the best I can for all those people who love me, all those people who call me family, all those people who call me a friend, all those people who need my help. But sometimes, we focus too much on everything else that we forget about our own, about those few people who really matter, we forget about ourselves. It is so difficult to make everyone happy, and to be honest, we shouldn't try to make everyone happy, because we can't. But I think my Grandpa was one of those people. He helped so much and the amazing thing is, as I've found out later in life, that he helped people and not even his own family knew about it. Unlike in today's world, he helped others because he thought it was the right thing to do, because he wanted to; not because he would get recognition or because someone would think how good he was.
I hope one day I can be like him, I really do; I know I have a long way to go. I need to understand that God throws challenges at us to test us, to test our character, to see what we are made of; to see if we are willing to sacrifice, for ourselves and for others, and to see how much we are willing to give up, for happiness. But what is happiness? How do we define happiness? Well, that's for another day! All I know is that, if my Grandpa was here today, still with us, he would tell me, in his calm voice, that it will all be OK, that things happen for a reason and that he would always be there for me, no matter what. I know there are a lot of people who have told me that already, but it is not the same. I knew him for 3 years of my life, and he left us 25 years ago; but I feel like he has always been with me, and always will be. He is with us as well, me and wife. My wife left her wedding bouquet at his grave, so he could be part of the start of our lives together, so he could be with us. And I know he is, I know he is watching over us and he is going to take care of us, both of us, for better or for worse; that is what he does, that is who he is. Tomorrow will be a tough day, really tough, it's our anniversary; we'll see what the world brings me. All I can say is, Grandpa, I know you are up there, I know that God took you because he needs great people with him. I hate that I never got to know you better, but I know you are with me every second of the day. I love you and I miss you, so so much...
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