this is how i see it...
Hi.
Due to the recent events that has altered the make up of my family i have been doing some thinking and remembering. ive been thinking of days of the past with him, such as playing checkers underneath the lamp in the kitchen. ive been thinking of all the word find book he and i finished on his lap. ive been thinking about the time he took me out on the boat despite the pain it caused him to get into the boat due to his age. i remember all the times that he took me out to the water so that i wouldnt have to swim alone. not only would he go, but would stay untill was waterlogged. i remember him climbing up the bleechers for my games and shouting the best he could to motivate me. i remember him being there when i was sick and seeing his old tiny truck roll into 69 Verril Road while i was coughing violently. i remember him eating chicken nuggets on plastic plates and him stirring his soda because he didnt like the way the carbonation felt on his tongue. i remember the way that he would sneak out silently when i slept at his house because we were in the same room and he didnt wish to wake me. i remember him eating the corn muffins in the morning and making sure that i had a box of donuts for myself and there was no limit on how many i was allowed to eat. i remember the progression of being able to ride on the tractor to actually being able to drive it, and dong so untill the gas would run dry. i remember him sitting in the chair in the garage just watching me ride around the driveway on my bike with training-wheels. i remember that chair getting replaced a few tome because he spent quite a bit of time in such chairs. i remember him driving in on christmas in the old blue buick and never going to the beach because he hated the way the sand made his knees feel. well it was more that they made them hurt. i remember the old sweat rag that drooped over his ears but did it job non the less. i remember the candies that he had hidden away for me when i was little. i remember him taking me out to Chutes when i would plea and plea for him to do so. i remember his last few days and never feeling so proud to be his grandson. i remember him listening and finally saying that we was alright to go before he actually passed away.
death in the family has never hit me like this one has. but i am grateful for all that i still have to think about when it comes to him and these memories are just a glimps into the vast kindness of his heart and the dedication to his family.
R.I.P Gerald Spencer
nate
Due to the recent events that has altered the make up of my family i have been doing some thinking and remembering. ive been thinking of days of the past with him, such as playing checkers underneath the lamp in the kitchen. ive been thinking of all the word find book he and i finished on his lap. ive been thinking about the time he took me out on the boat despite the pain it caused him to get into the boat due to his age. i remember all the times that he took me out to the water so that i wouldnt have to swim alone. not only would he go, but would stay untill was waterlogged. i remember him climbing up the bleechers for my games and shouting the best he could to motivate me. i remember him being there when i was sick and seeing his old tiny truck roll into 69 Verril Road while i was coughing violently. i remember him eating chicken nuggets on plastic plates and him stirring his soda because he didnt like the way the carbonation felt on his tongue. i remember the way that he would sneak out silently when i slept at his house because we were in the same room and he didnt wish to wake me. i remember him eating the corn muffins in the morning and making sure that i had a box of donuts for myself and there was no limit on how many i was allowed to eat. i remember the progression of being able to ride on the tractor to actually being able to drive it, and dong so untill the gas would run dry. i remember him sitting in the chair in the garage just watching me ride around the driveway on my bike with training-wheels. i remember that chair getting replaced a few tome because he spent quite a bit of time in such chairs. i remember him driving in on christmas in the old blue buick and never going to the beach because he hated the way the sand made his knees feel. well it was more that they made them hurt. i remember the old sweat rag that drooped over his ears but did it job non the less. i remember the candies that he had hidden away for me when i was little. i remember him taking me out to Chutes when i would plea and plea for him to do so. i remember his last few days and never feeling so proud to be his grandson. i remember him listening and finally saying that we was alright to go before he actually passed away.
death in the family has never hit me like this one has. but i am grateful for all that i still have to think about when it comes to him and these memories are just a glimps into the vast kindness of his heart and the dedication to his family.
R.I.P Gerald Spencer
nate