No lie!
I was just hoppin around MySpace when I found this…
Eulogy For My Grandpa (April 5th, 2009)
My grandfather taught me to appreciate so many things. He taught most things indirectly to me, without speaking. He provoked my love of swimming and music. He introduced to me the arts of dancing. And his influence of foods washed over me.
I remember the brief flashbacks once in a while, as if they had just happened last week as opposed to a decade ago. I still remember the smell of his cologne, his style of clothing, the cassett he would always listen to, and the way his car was always disorganized. But most importantly, I remember the way he spoiled me and loved me.
As a toddler, my grandpa would always take me into our pool during the summer and let me kick around in the water. He taught me how to swim. He’s the reason why I’m so good at it. At a young age, I had always imagined him by my side in a car, teaching me how to drive. I had always imagined him attending my graduation from high school. I had always imagined him taking me to the college of my choice and sharing the joy with me when I recive the acceptance letter. But what I never imagined was him losing his mobility and his life slip away right before my eyes.
I remember how he would walk me to school and drop me off right at the classroom. I remember how he would always pick me up from school and take me to McDonald’s afterwards and pay for my meal. And when it was homework time, he would criticize the gaps in between my written letters and compared it to an open alley big enough for a dog to run through it. But because of the constant criticism, my wrting has come to be beatiful. He established a strong personality in me and opened my eyes to reality and acceptance despite my age.
Whenever I got in deep trouble by my parents, he always took my side and shielded me from shouting. However, he occasionally did yell at me. He was always so blunt about it. That’s probably where I got my blunt personality from. He would tell me things that I’m sure no one else would tell me. He would tell me the truth, not the sugar-coated censored version.
Throughout the years that I have been able to spend with him, he has taught me so much without even realizing it. He was firm, affectionate, devoted, and loyal. Now that I look back, I was so spoiled and I regret not being able to give back to him. If I could, I would hit the rewind button and redo the last fifteen years of my life to relive my moments with him. I regret taking time for granted and not spending enough time with him. I wish that I can put things in a glass case and leave it in there. Like a museum. It will never change. It is unfortunate that I can’t do anything about it. All I can do now is linger on the memories that I hold so dearly in my heart and look back on the pictures that I selfishly kept for myself. I pray these moments lay untouched by time and won’t be faded.
I really do miss him a lot. Now more than ever. I’ve been really thinking about him often. And I really wish that he could be here for me, and listen to me when I’m having troubles in college. I need his support, now more than ever.
When someone has a car as their profile picture.
dafuq, are you like a transformer or something.
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