Bicycle

I looked up at my grandfather with amazement as he put something on my head. I dont know what it is or what it is for but its my grandpa so i just accept it. Next thing I know he disappears and whatever I am sitting on starts moving. I am a little scared at this point because i cant see Papu but I hear his voice, I here him singing "La cucaracha, la cucaracha..." so I know I am safe. We keep riding around for awhile and the whole time I can here my grandfathers voice. It wasnt until I saw my house that his voice stopped but I knew i was still safe. I come to stop and there is Papu once again but this time he's taking off whatever he put on my head. He picks me up and I look at what we were on, its a bicycle. I dont know why i loved it so much but i did. This was one of the first memories i have of my grandfather before he left, before he was taken. We would ride around for ours at a time and Papu would sing to me during the entire ride. These where some of my favorite times with my grandfather and it wasnt until i was older did i understand that while me and him would ride around for 3-4 hours at a time he was running a huge and international company. I dont know how he was able to spend so much time with me and still be able to run his company successfully. However i respected him that much more when i learned this. It wasnt until 8 years ago did my grandfather begin to leave us. He started forgetting things, important things, he wasnt able to drive anymore, and his sight was getting worse and worse by the day. At first I really didnt understand, i just thought hey he's getting old and this happens but ill help him in whatever way i can. So i did. It worked for a couple of years, me and my grandfather were a team. I was always with him and helped him remember certain things that happened throughout the day and remember important events like birthdays and such. As happy as i was to help my grandfather i also got a front row seat to his departure. There was one day about 4 years ago that i walked in to his office to say hi and he had no idea who i was or why i was there. It was at this point that i knew he was gone. Alzheimer's had taken the man who raised me, the man who loved me, and the man i wanted to become from me. For that i hate it. However since that day i have never looked back, i only look forward so  i can become the man that my grandfather was. A great business man, a family man, but most of all Papu. He is and forever will be my inspiration in anything i do. I measure my actions based on what i think Papu would have done in certain situation. I have lost my grandfather in this life however he lives on in my heart and in my the rest of my families hearts. For to live on in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

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I looked up at my grandfather with amazement as he put something on my head. I dont know what it is or what it is for but its my grandpa so i just accept it. Next thing I know he disappears and whatever I am sitting on starts moving. I am a little scared at this point because i cant see Papu but I hear his voice, I here him singing "La cucaracha, la cucaracha..." so I know I am safe. We keep riding around for awhile and the whole time I here my grandfathers voice. It wasnt until I saw my house that his voice stopped but I knew i was still safe. I come to stop and there is Papu once again but this time he's taking off whatever he put on my head. He picks me up and I look at what we were on, its a bicycle. I dont know why i loved it so much but i did. This was one of the first memories i have of my grandfather before he left, before he was taken. We would ride around for hours and Papu would sing the entire ride. These where some of my favorite times with my grandfather and it wasnt until i was older that i learned that my grandfather was CEO of a huge and international company. I dont know how he was able to spend so much time with me and still be able to run his company successfully. However i respected him that much more for it. It wasnt until 8 years ago did my grandfather begin to leave us. He started forgetting things, important things, he wasnt able to drive anymore, and his sight was getting worse and worse by the day. At first I really didnt understand, i just thought hey he's getting old and this happens but ill help him in whatever way i can. So i did. It worked for a couple of years. My grandfather and I were a team. I was always with him and helped him remember certain things that happened throughout the day and remember important events like birthdays and anniversaries. As happy as i was to help my grandfather i also got a front row seat to his departure. There was one day about 4 years ago that i walked in to his office to say hi and he had no idea who i was or why i was there. It was at this point that i knew he was gone. Alzheimer's had taken the man who raised me, the man who loved me, the man i wanted to become. For that i hate it. However since that day i have never looked back, i only look forward so  i can try and become the man that my grandfather was. A great business man, a family man, but most of all Papu. He is and forever will be my inspiration in anything i do. I measure my actions based on what i think Papu would have done in certain situation. I have lost my grandfather in this life however he lives on in my heart and in my the rest of my families hearts. For to live on in hearts we leave behind is not to die.