Emily Frasier
P. 3
2\20\14
When I was younger, my grandpa scared me to death. I was absolutely terrified of him. He was twenty times my size, and always picked on me. Ever heard of the saying ‘ pick on someone your own size’? Well, that he’d obviously never heard of that idiom in his life. He was never flat out mean to me, but he picked on me enough to make me stay as far away from him as possible. I didn’t understand that he really did love me, and that was just his personality. It’s funny though. No matter how terrified I was of him, or how huge and booming his voice was, I still loved him. I loved him enough to finally get the courage to stand up tall, waddle over to him, and give him a hug every time we got done visiting with him and Mamaw. To me, Papaw will always be my Papaw. I’ll admit, it took a while for me to warm up to him, but he turned out to be pretty close to one of my best friends. I know, that sounds oh so cliche. Every time someone passes away, even if it’s the recently deceased fourteenth cousin twice remove, everyone who gets up to speak at their funeral says that they were best friends. But that isn’t how it was for me.
Papaw was more to me then just my grandpa. He was my family. My real family. Now I don’t know about how your family is, but on my moms side, without family we are nothing. We’re are one and only true friends. Friends at school are guaranteed to stab you in the back. They don’t honestly care about you, unless you’re lucky and get one of the few good ones. My family honestly, truly looks out for me, and want what’s best. They care. My grandpa just so happened to be on my moms side, and was a part of my tight-knit ken. I loved him, and I still really, really do. He will always be a part of me.
P. 3
2\20\14
When I was younger, my grandpa scared me to death. I was absolutely terrified of him. He was twenty times my size, and always picked on me. Ever heard of the saying ‘ pick on someone your own size’? Well, that he’d obviously never heard of that idiom in his life. He was never flat out mean to me, but he picked on me enough to make me stay as far away from him as possible. I didn’t understand that he really did love me, and that was just his personality. It’s funny though. No matter how terrified I was of him, or how huge and booming his voice was, I still loved him. I loved him enough to finally get the courage to stand up tall, waddle over to him, and give him a hug every time we got done visiting with him and Mamaw. To me, Papaw will always be my Papaw. I’ll admit, it took a while for me to warm up to him, but he turned out to be pretty close to one of my best friends. I know, that sounds oh so cliche. Every time someone passes away, even if it’s the recently deceased fourteenth cousin twice remove, everyone who gets up to speak at their funeral says that they were best friends. But that isn’t how it was for me.
Papaw was more to me then just my grandpa. He was my family. My real family. Now I don’t know about how your family is, but on my moms side, without family we are nothing. We’re are one and only true friends. Friends at school are guaranteed to stab you in the back. They don’t honestly care about you, unless you’re lucky and get one of the few good ones. My family honestly, truly looks out for me, and want what’s best. They care. My grandpa just so happened to be on my moms side, and was a part of my tight-knit ken. I loved him, and I still really, really do. He will always be a part of me.