Curtis Pannell

Reminiscence of a person

Today my grandfather is the only man that I could ever fully trust. He might have had some problems but he was the most honest and carefree man I have ever met. His name is Curtis Pannell, and he is my hero.
    When my mother was thirteen years old my grandmother, Shirley Smith, married my grandfather Curtis. No, he was not my “biological” grandpa but we did not care. I would stay weekends at my grandparents’ house and I actually saw him more often than my own father. Grandpa was the only grandpa I knew, and he was the best grandpa anyone knew. He loved my brother and I, even though he didn’t have to, and he loved my mother more than her biological dad ever could. I never met my “biological” grandfather; he doesn’t mean anything to me except of course the conception of my loving mother.
    My grandfather never really told me he loved me when I was growing up, in fact we spent all of our time fighting, it was sort of playful, its how we told each other we loved one another. I always knew how proud of me he was though, everything I did he cherished, and we did everything together. One day he had opened a beer even though the doctor had told him not to, almost as soon as he had I took it out of his hand and poured it down the drain, and I had never seen him so furious with me before. That is when the tears started, I told him I didn’t want him to die. I couldn’t think of how horrible it would be with out him, and then I swore to him that I would dance on his grave. He made me swear and I intend to keep my oath; I have to, It is something he would expect. Because he couldn’t quit smoking and drinking, when I was in the sixth grade my grandfather, my hero, died.

Reviews

That is such a bittersweet entry, I didn't know whether to laugh or be sad for you. I guess both would suffice. Love you.