Breni Sue
12-27-01, 04:41 AM
Well, besides Jesus, that is! ;)
Who is a person that you greatly admire? Someone who has been there for you during your most troubled times, or has offered some really great advice. Or maybe just by living their own life, has set an example and inspired you?
I guess that person for me would be my late Grandfather, who passed away in the Spring of 1988 from cancer, when I was 15. To me, he was the role model for how all people should behave. He never or rarely swore, and hated it when people would swear around women. He was very strict, but loving and understanding. There was nothing that you could not come and talk with him about. I can remember a time when I was 9 and Mom let me get my ears pierced. My Dad had a fit when I showed him and yelled at me and grounded me. (he was very much against ear-piercing). I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house in tears. He didn't try to take sides, he just listened as I tried telling him what happened. He was never a very affectionate person, but the fact that he was there and didn't criticize me meant the world to me.
He was also well-known around our town. He was an excellent mechanic and could fix just about anybody's car. He was always making light-hearted jokes and was a very happy and funny person. But he was also serious when he needed to be. Everyone respected him, even those that maybe didn't get along with him so well. Even today people will walk up to me now and then and share a story about him, and it always makes me smile.
When we found out he had cancer, they had him the hospital. Even then, he still managed to have a sense of humor and tried to keep everyone around him happy. One evening my Mom took me in to see him (my sister was too young and could not come). He had recently came out of chemotherapy at the time and was too weak to open his eyes, but he knew that I was there. When I walked up to his bed, he grabbed my hand and held it tight the whole time I was with him. I tried very hard not to cry because I knew that was not what he wanted. Even in the weeks before he died, he remembered my sister's birthday and made some joke about her becoming a teenager. He always knew how to make the best out of the worst situations. No matter what, his wish was for his loved ones to be happy.
He died in his own home - which was what he had requested. At the funeral, there were no empty seats, people were out standing in the hallways to pay their respects. It was truly amazing to see all the lives this one man had touched. He was not only an inspiration to his family, but to so many others as well. And to me, he still is.
Who is a person that you greatly admire? Someone who has been there for you during your most troubled times, or has offered some really great advice. Or maybe just by living their own life, has set an example and inspired you?
I guess that person for me would be my late Grandfather, who passed away in the Spring of 1988 from cancer, when I was 15. To me, he was the role model for how all people should behave. He never or rarely swore, and hated it when people would swear around women. He was very strict, but loving and understanding. There was nothing that you could not come and talk with him about. I can remember a time when I was 9 and Mom let me get my ears pierced. My Dad had a fit when I showed him and yelled at me and grounded me. (he was very much against ear-piercing). I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house in tears. He didn't try to take sides, he just listened as I tried telling him what happened. He was never a very affectionate person, but the fact that he was there and didn't criticize me meant the world to me.
He was also well-known around our town. He was an excellent mechanic and could fix just about anybody's car. He was always making light-hearted jokes and was a very happy and funny person. But he was also serious when he needed to be. Everyone respected him, even those that maybe didn't get along with him so well. Even today people will walk up to me now and then and share a story about him, and it always makes me smile.
When we found out he had cancer, they had him the hospital. Even then, he still managed to have a sense of humor and tried to keep everyone around him happy. One evening my Mom took me in to see him (my sister was too young and could not come). He had recently came out of chemotherapy at the time and was too weak to open his eyes, but he knew that I was there. When I walked up to his bed, he grabbed my hand and held it tight the whole time I was with him. I tried very hard not to cry because I knew that was not what he wanted. Even in the weeks before he died, he remembered my sister's birthday and made some joke about her becoming a teenager. He always knew how to make the best out of the worst situations. No matter what, his wish was for his loved ones to be happy.
He died in his own home - which was what he had requested. At the funeral, there were no empty seats, people were out standing in the hallways to pay their respects. It was truly amazing to see all the lives this one man had touched. He was not only an inspiration to his family, but to so many others as well. And to me, he still is.