My Grandfather – A Role Model To Me
In life, you will only have one family and they will be with you forever, whether that's a good thing or bad thing is a choice you have to make for yourself. Every family has good or bad aspects depending on your view. I consider my family as most parts good. My father, mother and grandmother are all so protective; almost overbearing; in a good way. There was a huge period of time where i wouldn’t even be allowed out of the house, let alone participate i n a sleepovers or outside of school meetups; though now i understand why and I am thankful. Because of this extreme amount of protection put on me I have always found my grandfather's presence soothing.
The earliest memory of my grandfather is my first day at kindergarten. He wore his ‘best’ clothes; which were basically pajamas; and carried me to the kindergarten on his shoulders because i was too scared to get out of home; which in retrospect is embarrassing. As soon as we reached the gates of the kindergarden my grandpa let me down and started introducing me to other children to insure i wouldn't be as nervous and so i would have friends and someone to play with during snack times. After my first day of kindergarten was over I saw my grandpa waiting for me, brimming with excitement and waiting for me to tell him what had happened on my first day of school. My grandpa has always been there for me. He’s been to all events in my life; my first days kindergarten, my first days in primary; for every year, my graduation from primary and my first days at college; for every year… All while wearing the weirdest or funniest set of clothes which he thinks are ‘trendy’.
My grandpa has gotten pretty old now, turning sixty eight this year. He's sports grey hair with a distinctive hairline which, in closer inspection, looks exactly like the golden arches at McDonald’s logo. Though he appears fat when in public because of his clothing habits, my grandpa is actually standing on the borderline of being chubby and thin. He just looks fat when going out because he seems to be deathly allergic to the cold. He always has at least four layers of clothing on; just like an onion, even when it's boiling hot out. Another thing my grandpa seems to be allergic to is a silent and peaceful place. He’s always blasting music or cracking ‘grandpa jokes’; which seems to be way worse than ‘dad jokes’. He never fails to liven things up and make everything more fun.
My grandfather has always been a role model to me, so much so that I always write of him in my essays or writing tasks; which, in hindsight, is very cringe worthy. His presence always makes me look forward to coming home even when something bad has happened. I cannot picture a world without my grandpa in it because he is such an important aspect in my life. He always manages to liven up situations because he knows that if he becomes sad or unwell everyone would follow. My grandfather is truly a saint; someone who is very virtuous, kind and patient.
