The Big Things in My life.

My Grandfather

My grandfather was not a man of affection. From what I remember he was very serious, enjoyed drinking with his friends, and knew how to make good menudo. His funeral was the first funeral I attended and I promise you that I remember the day he passed as if I happened yesterday. His death was not sudden, we all knew it was going to happen. My grandfather had cancer. I never knew what exact type or where he had it. I just knew it was cancer that took him from us. I was 10 years old and the whole family was out in SanAntonio because my grandfather was getting worse by the day. On March 31st, 2010 marked the 15th anniversary of Tejano singer Selena Quintanillas death so they were showing her all over the television and playing her songs. She also happened to be my grandfathers favorite singer of all time. There was about 10 of us packed into the small room where my grandfather laid in bed, at this point he was weak, unresponsive and could no longer talk to us. All he really looked like was a skeleton with a thin layer of skin , laying down on the right side of the bed. He had lost so much weight after they performed surgery on him in attempt to remove the tumors that had grown within him. I remember one time we were playing video games on the living room television and my grandfather was walking by, as soon as he got in front of where the tv was, (the tv that we were all staring at) his shorts fell, we all let a laugh out as he quickly bent over to pull his shorts back up. Haha. Anyway that night as we were all huddled into his room everyone was joking about how my grandfather was so in love with Selena, that if he'd have a chance he'd cheat on my grandmother with her. As we joked around my grandmother decided to check if my granfather was still breathing. He was not. I remember hugging my mom as tears ran down my face. A few moments later two men came and wrapped my grandfathers soul less body in a white sheet and took him away. I was 10 at the time and that was the worst part of that whole night. Seeing them take him away. I was 10. I was not at an age where I could have had a decent conversation with him. I did not know I loved him until he was gone. If I could go back in time to see him, I would be fine with just knowing what his favorite color was.