I remember March 30,1991 as though it was yesterday. That was the day when I saw the one person whom I admired, looked up to as a man of character and was honored to be called his grandson, cry. It struck me as odd to actually see my grandfather cry, for as long as I can remember I had never seen that side of his emotions before. You see, he had been battling Cancer and Leukemia since June 1989, doing these months he never let on that he was in pain.One time he told me that the only regret that he had was he wasn't able to get on the floor and wrestle with my kids like he had done with his grandkids. But that day in March was different and it brothered me very much. It was like I knew something was wrong, but just couldn't put my finger on it. Then 2 weeks later I received that phone call I had been waiting for. My grandfather had passed away and was in heaven. Even though I knew he was ill and that it was only a matter of time, my world stopped turning. Then I realized that when I saw him crying while the kids and I were driving off, he knew that his live would end soon. There isn't a day that doesn't pass that I don't think about him and fun we had together; the nights we would just sit on the porch and listen to the Cincinnati Reds baseball game or just go with him to help with the garden. As silly as this may sound, I wonder what life would of been like if he wouldn't of died that day in April. He is aways in my heart and every once in awhile I think about him. He was truly a man of character which everyone admired. I hope that he realizes how much he is missed and that someday my kids and grandkids will feel the same as I do for my grandfather.
