I keep asking myself what life without my grandfather would
be like, only I can't seem to find an answer. I always thought
that he would live forever I never even imagined that something
like this could happen to someone as special as him. I suppose
when you're a child the idea of someone so close to you dying
seems like an impossible thing, but here we are. He may not survive
and we have to try to survive without him.
I still remember him calling me his little Turkey and now
he may never call me that again. I'll never forget how all the
grand kids would pile into his truck and we would drive up the
street to the corner store. I remember how we use to sing "
You are my sunshine". Every time I think of that song I
can't help but smile and cry. The things that will get us through
his sickness is all the good memories that we all have of him.
I am glad that I have a Grandpa as good as him and I only wish
that he had listened to me when I said smoking can kill you.
I may have been only a child but look how right I was.
I hate having to visit him in a hospital room and listening
to him cough and seeing him with oxygen because without it he
can't breathe. I hate how he looks so helpless just lying there
in that bed. The family is trying to be strong, but it is so
hard to be strong when you know what you may lose. I wish I had
broken more than one of his cigarettes because now they are taking
him away from the people that love him the most.
I want people to read this. I know that many people in this
school have no sympathy for what other people go through. I
am not looking for sympathy. I just want to show how much pain
smoking causes. If my Grandpa never smoked, he wouldn't be lying
in a hospital bed and my family won't be trying to hold back
the tears because there would be no tears.
I know that smoking is a game to most teens, but guess what
- it is a game that is going to kill you. So go ahead, puff away.
Just remember that with every puff, it takes you closer to a
hospital bed. I will never smoke because I am experiencing first
hand the side affects of smoking, I may lose my Grandpa forever.
The pain of seeing my Grandpa in a hospital bed is far greater
that any criticism I may get from writing this story. I hope
that this true story will make at least one person quit smoking.
It will make all the difference to me.
This is dedicated to my Grandpa Carson that is experiencing
first hand the reality of smoking.