Hi everyone, I'm new here and I don't talk much, but I am here to talk about my grandfather whom I called Pappy and whom had suffered from Alztimers (I think I mispelled that?) Anyway here it goes.
There once was a man named Pappy who loved is family so much. I have known him throughout my whole life from when I was born to the end of his day. Whenever my family and I visited him and his wife, we would always have a good time being together. I remember going to see him and having fun, he would teach us things like how to stack cards, how to play some games, how to not play in the snow for too long, how your not awake until your out of the bedroom, and all kinds of other stuff. He even told some tales about his past when he was younger and how there wasn't any internet. I remember he would always rock me in his rocking chair, even when I got older and bigger he would always rock me. Then 6 years ago, my family and I were moving and my Pappy was in the hospital because he was sick. When we left the hospital my family was crying except me because I didn't understand what was happening, I was surprised that my younger brother was crying too. I would ask why was everyone crying, but they wouldn't answer me until 20 minutes past by. My mother told me that we wouldn't see Pappy again and then I joined the others at crying. After living far away for a few months I had realized that Pappy had Alztimers, when I found out what it was I became sad, but I was always happy to see him whenever we visited him. 3 years ago, my grandfather was put into a nursing home because it became too dangerous for him in the real world. I remember visiting him last summer in the nursing home, he looked so much different from what I had remembered. His eyes had looked sad, his dentures had to be taking away, and he could barely walk. I wanted to cry, but I didn't because in the past before he had Alztimers, whenever someone cried he would cry too. So, I didn't cry, my sister and brother were sitting with our 2 cousins on the other side of the room, trying to not get close to him. I went by his side and let him hold my hand. I would let him hold it until my hand started to change colors. My siblings and cousins left because they didn't want to cry in front of him. I remember when he said my name a few days after visiting him and a tear came down my face, he remembered us for the first time in a long time. I was so happy. When school started I was in my Freshman year of high school and my sister was in her senior year of high school, I remember on Febuary 2 when I was with my friends at school talking when one of my friends came and hug me, saying that she felt sorry for me. I asked her why and she said that my sister told her that my grandfather was in the hospital. I didn't cry since we were still in school. I went home thinking that I was going to cry, but I didn't, why? I didn't know. That day my mom was on her way with her sisters and brother to go see their father. The next day at home my father told me and my brother that Pappy might not make it over the weekend, my brother cried so much and told his friends on the internet that he was scared. I hugged him and let him cry on my shoulder, I kept telling him that everything was going to be alright and a few tears came to my eyes because my brother was crying and I didn't like anyone crying. That night I went on my knees and prayed really har to god, telling him try and try to help my grandfather survive. On Saturday morning around 11:20am, my father woke me up, and told me that he didn't make it. I didn't cry, but when I entered the kitchan to get myself breakfast I asked my father if he past away on a nice day, but he didn't know. Since my grandfather liked sunny days he would be happy, but if it was raining he would be sad. I cried in the kitchen very quietly until I heard my siblings approching the kitchen, then I wipped my eyes and didn't face them since I didn't want them to worry. We then went and bought what we needed and went on a plane. As I looked outside the window I saw many clouds that looked like they were carying angels and coming to greet their newest member. I cried and tried to not let anyone see me, unfortunetly the men who was serving drinks saw me and asked me quietly if I needed a drink, I nodded yes, then he gave me my drink and continued his job. After arriving and meeting our family members and having fun by watching home videos and telling jokes until the day came, the day I did not wish to have. We walked into the building and took off our jackets and walked, I didn't want to see him in a cascet I DIDN'T I DIDN'T I DIDN'T WANT TO!!!!!! but I had to to show respect. When I walked into the room I froze in fear, I saw him laying there with flowers all around him. My mother walked with me to see him, I saw him and noticed that he looked like his old self and was smilling. My mother told me to say Hi, but when I did there was no sound, just movement. I walked away and sat with my cousins. The day went on and I went with my cousin to go say things to him, my cousin didn't say anything, she only cried, but I told him the many things that we have done and what he has done. After that day I had noticed that all my tissues were gone and that my sister had cried so much on that day. The next day was the sme thing, except we had to go in the church. We all went by 2's, I was with my mom near the front of the line and my sister was with my cousin crying and crying while my brother, my father, 2 cousin's, and 2 uncles went and put his case in the vehicle. The rest of my family were all women, I decided before we went in the church to make them happy and not sad and said "Thank god we have 6 guys" everyone laughed since it was true and even the man who worked their asked if we had 6 guys on perpose, but we didn't. When we entered the church we did the whole thing and the priest asked some family members to come up and say things, unfortunetly he accidently mispernounced my mother's name and made some people laugh. My mother went up and said the most perfect speech, only a few tears came to my eyes as she read it, and I remember looking at my dad, who had tears coming down from his eyes. After finishing her speech my mother came back to sit next to me and as soon as she sat down she kneeled down on my lap, covering her face and crying into tears. My Aunts were in behind us saying that she did a good job, I rubbed her back and said that she did good. She sat back up and wipe the tears away. After the funeral we went to eat, I remembered asking a few of my family members a question. I had said that everyday you learned something new everyday and on that day when pappy passed away what did they learn from him. They told me their answers and went to asked other family members the same question. Our family members left to go back home and we left on Sunday because we missed so much of school. But while we were still visiting I had learned many things from the day he past away, but the most important one was to never change who you are because it can lead to dangerous paths with your family members or your friends in the future. All and all that is my story of my grandfather Pappy, may he rest in piece.