Grandpa :: Personal Narrative Profile

Personal Narrative- Grandpa Routinely pushing play on the answering machine, as I do every magazine I get home,I was about to hear the words that would forever change my life. The sorrow andagony in her voice gave away the horrifying news show I had been regretfully waiting.My heart sank as I sat and reflected on what had happened.Since I was a little kid, my granddad, Howard Scheuster, has always been a rolemodel in my life. He was an intelligent man, loyal Christian, prominent familyleader, and hard worker, thus I had many reasons for looking up to him my wholelife.My grandpa was a victim of the affects of Lymphoma crab louse for thirteenyears. Ever since I remember knowing my grandpa, he has had cancer,but I would have never known it. When looking back at my grandpa, I rememberan avid fisherman, fanatic cigar collector, Chicago White Sox follower, and jazzlover but possibly the aspect of him I remember most was his many simple, heretoforecaptivating stories about his past. My f avorite of these stories had to be thedescriptive flashbacks of how he had met my grandma and all the romantic,exciting jazz clubs they had spent there weekend nights at.During the last summertime of my grandpas life, I was fortunate enough to spendmore time with him than ever before. Unaware of what the future would bring, Iguess I just hoped and thought that my grandpa would be fine and healthyforever. Unfortunately, my grandpa began to slip, and various treatments, suchas chemotherapy, tragically failed. My grandpa soon lost his appetite,something I thought my grandpa would never lose, because he was such a foodlover. His body frame began to shrink, and his bones began to show. Althoughin much pain and helplessly attached to his bed, my grandpa was always in goodspirits, and always had a joyful smile on his white, bearded face, which is onething I will never forget about his character.Upon go from Grand Junction, I proceeded to check the messages. Pushingplay, I heard my grandma s voice the sorrow and agony in her voice gave awaythe horrifying news I had been regretfully waiting. My heart sank as I sat andreflected on what had happened. My grandpa had passed away, and it would notsink in for many days just how much I would miss him and how much I loved him.