Personal Narrative: My Grandfather's Life

Everyone loses someone or something they love at some point in their life. I rummaged through my grandpa’s rundown garage and became sad. All I could remember was the raspy sound of his laugh when we talked. He smoked, not a pack a day, but he had been doing it for so long that it hurt him. I continued to sort out the antiques and garbage for my dad, so he could decide what and what not to keep. I found a poster in the garage. He had two posters in his garage that he would always look at because it became boring just sitting there. They were both wrecked but the one I kept was in better shape. He would always joke with me about the girls on the poster and said to never have a girlfriend because girls are too much work. Then my cousin
We were still surprised we hadn’t found very many antiques, but then we found a hand drill press from the nineteen sixties. It lost important parts, so we couldn’t fix it, but we learned a little about it later that day from my grandma which interested us. She told us that when my grandpa was younger he liked to build objects out of wood. The drill press, a present from my grandma she gave to him on his 25th birthday. As we sorted we found numerous empty bottles of blackberry brandy. He had a hard life with all eight kids and on top of that my grandma never drove, so she never had a job, I always assumed that’s why he drank. There is an abundance of wildlife around our property and that's why we feed them. I remember during the summer when I would go out and change the cobs on the feeders for the squirrels and throw apples for the deer. My grandpa used his garage to escape his family and that is why I found a few empty propane tanks because the garage was not insulated. During cold winter days I always remembered going ice fishing then watching him clean them in the chilly garage. One day we went over to Pierz Fish Lake to ice fish for some crappies. The lake was busy in some spots, but we knew all the hot spots. One of them had no fisherman, so we drilled some holes and we did not have a fish house, so we spreaded out the holes and fished them all. We filled the limit, so once the
Then we found a faded Wilson basketball It reminded me of when my grandpa tried to play with me even though he wasn't very good because he never played sports in high school. After going through everything and sorting it some of our family, the ones that lived not even a mile away such as my grandma, aunt and uncle came up as my dad looked for the right corner to collapse. Aaron decided to record it to show the rest of our family because this was a big event for us. As my dad sized up the corner, he planned on taking out he dropped the bucket of the skid loader and dug it under the garage. The splitting of the wood and breaking of the glass made me glum once again, but I knew Philip would’ve enjoyed watching us tear down the garage. The garage was surprisingly sturdy and didn’t go down. I thought that maybe grandpa kept it up because he wanted us to work for it like he would of. That garage reminded me of my grandpa because he always fought and never went down. Dad went to the other side and saw if that would collapse it and once again it didn’t go down, but I could tell the structure weakened. The last thing my dad had to do was extend the bucket to it’s highest and drop it on the roof and that took down the rest. I sighed with relief because it ended and we could finally move on. We had to let grandpa’s garage go, but we will never let him