It started out a great day, my family and I on vacation in Missouri. Then my mom got a call from my Aunt. While talking to her sister tears build in her eyes. It was Grandpa he had been battling colon cancer for about a year, he was getting weaker everyday. It was hard to see him in so much pain. Before we left Minnesota we had gone to pick up Grandpa and drive him to the hospital. We were packed up for our trip and asked him if her really wanted us to go or should we stay with him. He really wanted us to go on our trip. He loved Branson Missouri and did not want to spoil our fun. He had told my mom he would be fine. We were on day 4 of our trip when mom got the call so we decided to leave the theme park and head back to our time share; we packed our things and cut our vacation short. We headed to Wadena, Minnesota where my grandparents live. About a half hour before we would arrive in Wadena my aunt called again. She told us to go straight to their house instead of the hospital. My family and I all in tears. I looked out my window saw the stars, not believing what happened, hopping I would just walk up from this terrible dream.
The next morning memories flooding through my mind like a movie. Remembering the things me and my grandpa did together. He taught me so much like how to draw, to fish, to read, and so much more. Remembering the walks and adventures we took. Wishing I was there to tell him I love him.
A few days later at his funeral. Not wanting to talk to anyone. It’s hard to keep a conversation going while trying to hold the tears back. At the burial hearing taps, the folding of the flag, that now sits on the mantle above the fireplace at my Grandmas house. People’s eyes watering as are mine. My grandpa was a friend to everyone. He was the best grandpa someone could ask for.
A few weeks or so later I noticed a feather sitting on my desk, it was small and white. Not thinking anything of it I blew it away. More kept showing up at random times not all at once but one at a time. I told my mother and she said my grandpa collected feathers when he was little. Turns out my family members were finding some feathers too. I keep all my feathers in a small box. When they show up it’s like a small note saying everything’s going to be okay. I know I will have a great day when I find feathers at my feet.
