My grandfather, from my father side, was the one who strongly influences to me due to the many experiences I undergo with him, since I was five years old and himself, my dear granpa was seventy five. There were so many things I experienced with my grandfather, some of them were; his sense of humor, the way hi used to work, he worked in the house eventhough he was a retired man. After a long journey he still had the energy to spend time for reading. We always wanted to hear from him what was was new in the world. His habit of reading was the one the impacted me the most I would say, I became more curious about things happening in the world.My grandad is dead, nevertheless, the few years I spend with him, they were golden days. He died when I was twelve years old. Among other things I learned from him were, loving myself, others, being honest and loyal and hard worker. We saw rough time around my grandad however he was thoughfull and always smile he was smart enough to get rid off thing that would bug him for a little while. I would this because he always made fun of the moments. Unforntunately I do not have any picture of my grandady with me. Pictures are still kept in my mind and heart. Just by writing this story, it makes me go back in time and enjoy. But I know I do have to let these things go, this is how is life in this world. Nobody has signed on a long last contract to live. I bet my grandad would signed on forever, and I would have done that too.
Indeed, I am planning to write some more about my grandad. He was a handosome guy and womanizer. Eventhough my father was the only kid was still fooling around with girl. This is was I was told by him. Nevertheless he said he always chased by pretty girls who did not want to let go. What a mishievious grandad I had. As he had so much respect for the girls, as he was told, nowbody complained, except my grandma, about this behaviour because as he said he also kept loyal to his marriage commitment.
