<p>meh i wrote an essay about my grandfather and how he has changed me. just wrote it.</p>
<p>My grandpa
Two more hours. Just two more hours, the doctors stated. </p>
<p>I jumped out of my seat. The palm of my hands began to moisten with sweat. My brother halted his laughter. I could see the expression on his face completely morph into a sudden state of gloominess. I could also sense the once positive aura of the room quickly dissipate through the cracks of the door. </p>
<p>I was in a complete shock, but there it was. Reality had finally kicked in. My grandpa had two hours to live, and I had to make the best of it. My grandpa was the head of our whole family and everybody looked up to him. He was everything you looked for in a leader. He was intelligent, friendly, trustworthy, and, most importantly, caring. However, this was all going to go away in a few hours. Knowing full well this was going to be the last time ever talking to him, I needed to speak everything I could on my mind. </p>
<p>I reached for his hand. As I proceeded to sit down next to the hospital bed, a whiff of strong odor, presumably from the hygiene of his body, made my nose twitch a little bit. I knew my grandpa could not talk, so I had to start the conversation. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The sudden flush of emotions and memories blockaded my stream of thought. I was stuck, trapped, and left speechless. </p>
<p>However during the moments of silence, there was one thing that really connected us, and that was our hands. I could feel the bond between both of our hands getting stronger and stronger. It was like we were sending electrical nerve impulses through the tips of our fingers, signaling and communicating with our own minds. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I saw myself sitting on a healthy old figure with a beaming smile across his face. He looked happier than ever. “Remember Patrick, chose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life. Do well in school and everything will fall in place”. I opened my eyes. I remembered the multiple Confucius-esque messages he gave me that I barely paid attention to. But now, standing right next to him, I finally took it to heart. I finally listened and I finally knew what he was talking about. </p>
<p>“I’m going to do it for you papa. No more slacking off in school. No more causing trouble in my family”. I didn’t say it aloud. The rest of the room didn’t need to hear this. No one else mattered at that moment. I knew this was solely for just me and grandpa. “You have changed me and I’m going to make you proud when you are up in the sky”. </p>
<p>I could hear the electrocardiogram’s beep becoming slower and slower. Surprisingly, I could not feel any tears strolling down my face. I let go of my grandpa’s hands. I said everything I needed to say. As I sat back down in the waiting room, there was just something different I sensed about myself. I felt like another man. I became more mature, responsible, and considerate. But most importantly, I finally became what my grandpa wanted me to be.</p>