My Grandfather, C.t, And My Father - 754 Words

My Grandfather, C.T. passed away when I was very young and although it was before I started school, I reacted greatly to his death and remember in details the events surrounding his death and my grieving process. He is the closest person I have lost and although I understand I should be grateful I haven t suffered recently, I still ache that my children never met mt primary father figure.. I was always close to my Grandparents and spent most of my time at their home. They were neighbors to us and since my mother worked nights and my father usually didn’t live with us, I was at her house day and night. I remember he always spoke to me as if I was grown and didn’t downplay situations that I was exposed to within my homes. As a young girl all of my family members assumed I didn’t notice things but he understood I needed assistance understanding things and I appreciated this. He had Parkinson s disease and I often assisted my Grandmother in his care including assista nce with the wheelchair, remembering medication and even eating. They allowed me to do all I was capable of and he even helped me learn to read and write by allowing me to teach him with his shakiness. He passed away in 1990 in his sleep on Thanksgiving morning. As I read the saying by Angelo Patri, my heart gave a tender ache because it was like reading my thoughts when I reflect about C.T. I feel so connected to this saying because when I was in elementary school I remember teaching my younger sister (who was