Camille's+narrative

Every time I would come in my house into the hallway, I’d turn a left, and would always see my grandpa watching some type of game or a soap opera. He’d greet me with a hug and a kiss and always called me peanut. The thing that I never could forget was an old brown chair, creaking when you lifted it up, a jug of ice water or ginger ale, and the remote clutched in his hand. I’d into the kitchen to get something to eat maybe a big pot of spaghetti with sauce boiling over the sides or fried chicken in the oven on 200 degrees to stay warm. I’d get my plate, go to sit down to get comfy and hear my grandpa yelling at the T.V. As usual, he’d be watching some type of game. It would be hard to focus sometimes because of how loud he talked. He always wore either a T-shirt, sweatshirt, or a plaid long-sleeved shirt. For bottoms, usually sweat or flannel pants. His hair either had a white tuff of hair on top of his head or when he was going out, he had it slicked back (he always had to look good). He always used to give my sisters and I things when we would do things for him. My grandpa used to say what was on his mind all the time. If there was something wrong with you he would tell you. My mom always used to tell me that my sisters and I kept him alive. When he was in the hospital, my sisters and I used to go see him and he would light up like a Christmas tree. One day, he couldn’t fight anymore and passed away. I will never forget when I was younger, he would let me watch T.V. and I would climb up in the chair with him. Sometimes at night, I would sneak downstairs and we would have a late-night snack. I know he loved us very much. Every day we would go to school, he would tell me he loved me. It was so funny when I would watch the watching it, but screaming at the T.V. the whole time. I would ask him why he would waste his time watching it, but he never answered it. It was devastating when I found out he passed away, but I’ll always have the memories of him and the things we did together.

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