Friday, December 16, 2016
With soft eye and an overly kind heart, John, my grandfather, was probably the most sweetest, most caring person I’ve grown up with. He was extremely smart, so loving and funny. We were close, he was like a second father to me and no one could ever take his place. Throughout the years that I’ve known him I don’t believe that I’ve ever heard him yell out in anger; not even once. Whenever he did yell it was was only to call out in response or entertainment and I remember all the jokes he would make, they were always so constant and there was never a dull moment with him, not ever. He always found some way to make the atmosphere uplifting even when you were in the dullest mood. Him and my grandmother would visit often, always bringing newspaper clippings with them and he would tell us little backstories about each one and made them sound much more fascinating than they already were. I don’t think someone could ever make a discovered fossil with feathers on it sound like it was an ancient lost treasure like he could. Those articles would always go on the fridge and each one holds a special memory. You couldn’t help but smile in his presence and his laugh was infectious. To see such an amazing guy go through what he did really tore me up to pieces. He's in a better place now. I love you grandpa.
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