Grandpa Bob Mallory McAndrews The perfect example of a son, father, and grandfather was my grandpa Bob. He was the strongest man I’ve ever met and one of the most important men in my life. He fought in World War 11 for four years as a switchboard operator, was an electrician for twenty-three years after the war, and was a business agent for the electrician union for sixteen years. Not only was he a hard worker his whole life, but also cared so much about his church, the local electricians, and of course, his family. My grandpa loved his family so much and would have done anything for his wife, children, and grandchildren. He wouldn’t let anything happen to us or let anyone say or do anything to hurt his family. My grandpa Bob was always a giving person and never complained about anything. He wouldn’t even complain or cry when he was sick or hurt. There was so much he’s been through and he never once complained through any of it. He didn’t believe in it and he was always trying to stay strong and be a role model for other people. Even when he was younger, he was always staying strong. He got sick one time and had to get a shot, but the doctor hit his bone and the needle broke. For months he couldn’t move his arm and he never once complained about any of it. He was just thankful he was alive. As he got older he was put in the hospital many times because he was sick and would sometimes be in there for a couple months. After all of that, the love of his life, my grandma, died on April 15, 1980. About thirty years later, he finally got to be with her again. He died at the age of 90, partly because of old age, but also because he had cancer. There were so many things during his lifetime that most people could not handle, but he made himself handle it because that’s just the person he was. Not only that, but he would always be cracking jokes to people when he was in pain because he didn’t want them to see that he was hurting. Not only was he trying to hide his pain, but he did it because he couldn’t stand seeing people in pain. He was, by far, the toughest person I’ve ever met. Although he was only a part of my life for fifteen years, I’ve learned so many things from him that will always stay with me. I learned that I should be thankful for what I have because a lot of people don’t have as good of a life as I do. I’ve also learned to be strong when I feel like breaking down or when I think I can’t take it anymore. Because of him, I’ve also learned to respect my teachers, adults, and my parents and always have good manners. Finally, another big lesson I’ve learned from my grandfather was to always be loyal to my family and friends and if I make a commitment to
someone or something, always keep my word. I couldn’t ask for a better grandfather to have in my life and out of everyone in the world, I wish I could be more like he was in his lifetime. And if it weren’t for my grandfather, I probably wouldn’t be the person I am today and I thank him everyday for being the person he was.
Published on May 14, 2012