This would be a photo of my grandpa from way back in the day. Probably one of the sickest portraits I had ever seen. I can't wait to find a frame for this to put up in my room. I remember my mom showing me this photo years ago, back when I was little. All these years, I totally forgot that this photo had existed. So, going through old photos tonight with my mom, I came across this, tightly sealed in a Ziploc bag. I couldn't put it down. Just thinking how much of an amazing man my grandpa is. He himself is magical. Unfortunately, I see him very rarely & he's getting old. My grandparents used to live in Pearl City, but left Hawaii when I was around 2 years old. Now they live out in the Mojave Desert in Cal City, California. We try to visit every summer, but this year it didn't happend. My grandpa always did seem magical to me in a way. From the stories he had for me, to his strength & ambition he holds, & even to his gun collection, haha. He's the reason why I shot a 9 millie when I was about 12 years old. That was pretty sick. He once told me that when he was 17, he ran away from home & joined the military. But he lied to them, saying he was older just so he could get in. So, to this very day, he's still convinced that the government is after him. In one of the rooms upstairs at the house, he has swords upon the walls & plaques from when he was the captain for some Naval Submarine or something. It seems like he could do anything. Not to mention that the house they live in today, he designed it. He drew up the blueprints & everything. How? I don't know. He's a smart man. He's also one with the Man upstairs. Attends church as often as possible. He gave my brother a Bible with a prayer that my grandpa wrote himself, written on the inside of the cover. He also told me stories about ghosts that he saw when the house was first built. My grandpa is one of those gifted people who can see the supernatural at it's finest, I guess. He told me he was in his "workshop," looking out the window & he saw Indians. Ghost Indians, that is. Just running. Running alongside the fence that surrounds the yard. He said there was 2 of them. Running hunched over, holding a blanket or cloth over their heads. Another one took place in his "workshop" as well. He turned around to see a man standing in the doorway, looking at him. My grandpa said he took out his knife, made the sign of the cross with it, & arched back as if he was about to throw the knife at the man, then the door just slammed shut. These type of things just remind me how amazing he is to me & that no other man in this time of life can ever be this amazing to me. Besides his crazy stories & beliefs, he is also just a regular grandpa. One whose cooking can wake you up way upstairs because the scent just attacks your nose. One who can fix anything. One who would do anything for his family. One who I'll always love, respect, & admire.Friday, July 3, 2009
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words...
This would be a photo of my grandpa from way back in the day. Probably one of the sickest portraits I had ever seen. I can't wait to find a frame for this to put up in my room. I remember my mom showing me this photo years ago, back when I was little. All these years, I totally forgot that this photo had existed. So, going through old photos tonight with my mom, I came across this, tightly sealed in a Ziploc bag. I couldn't put it down. Just thinking how much of an amazing man my grandpa is. He himself is magical. Unfortunately, I see him very rarely & he's getting old. My grandparents used to live in Pearl City, but left Hawaii when I was around 2 years old. Now they live out in the Mojave Desert in Cal City, California. We try to visit every summer, but this year it didn't happend. My grandpa always did seem magical to me in a way. From the stories he had for me, to his strength & ambition he holds, & even to his gun collection, haha. He's the reason why I shot a 9 millie when I was about 12 years old. That was pretty sick. He once told me that when he was 17, he ran away from home & joined the military. But he lied to them, saying he was older just so he could get in. So, to this very day, he's still convinced that the government is after him. In one of the rooms upstairs at the house, he has swords upon the walls & plaques from when he was the captain for some Naval Submarine or something. It seems like he could do anything. Not to mention that the house they live in today, he designed it. He drew up the blueprints & everything. How? I don't know. He's a smart man. He's also one with the Man upstairs. Attends church as often as possible. He gave my brother a Bible with a prayer that my grandpa wrote himself, written on the inside of the cover. He also told me stories about ghosts that he saw when the house was first built. My grandpa is one of those gifted people who can see the supernatural at it's finest, I guess. He told me he was in his "workshop," looking out the window & he saw Indians. Ghost Indians, that is. Just running. Running alongside the fence that surrounds the yard. He said there was 2 of them. Running hunched over, holding a blanket or cloth over their heads. Another one took place in his "workshop" as well. He turned around to see a man standing in the doorway, looking at him. My grandpa said he took out his knife, made the sign of the cross with it, & arched back as if he was about to throw the knife at the man, then the door just slammed shut. These type of things just remind me how amazing he is to me & that no other man in this time of life can ever be this amazing to me. Besides his crazy stories & beliefs, he is also just a regular grandpa. One whose cooking can wake you up way upstairs because the scent just attacks your nose. One who can fix anything. One who would do anything for his family. One who I'll always love, respect, & admire.
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that's such a sick photo dude!!! and an even sicker story. haha. that's some crazy shit about those ghost indians. and how your grandpa still thinks the government is after him. lol. grandpa's are the best man. i wonder what it must be like to be that wise and knowledgeable and just FULL OF LIFE dude. must be pretty amazing. just like how your grandpa is.
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