Friday, December 11, 2009
I would like to tell you about my Grandpa Bud. After a year-long battle with cancer, he passed away a few weeks ago. Though he was sick for a year, and in a lot of pain toward the end, I still can’t believe or accept that he’s gone. He was an incredibly kind, generous, and funny person. He didn’t usually talk a lot, but when he did, it was always something worth hearing.
When my mom married their son, Papa Bill, Grandpa Bud, and Grandma Linda immediately treated me and my brother as if we’d been their grandkids all along. That’s something rare, especially since I was a very sullen fifteen-year-old who had just moved to a new town.
As it usually goes, I’ve learned a lot more about my grandpa now that he’s gone than I knew when he was alive. I didn’t know he was an incredible athlete, or that he’d been a paratrooper with the 101st Airborne Division, or that he built the business my parents run today out of nothing.
Jesse Waters is head content writer and article at God Men. He found out about his love for writing when he was struggling with cancer. His works are very sensitive and he writes with his heart.