Dad was dropping off the kids of the carpool. “I am supposed to go home with Kevin.” I said, but Dad said that those plans had changed because something had come up. I was really mad with my dad because I had planned to spend the day with my friends, and I thought that he was keeping me at home to do yard work or something silly. Then when we got home he said that Carter had died.
Carter was my mom’s dad and my grandfather. He had cancer before and they had to cut off his leg. Ever since then he had to use a wheelchair. He had to live in a small apartment house after he got divorced from my grandmother. So as you can see his life wasn’t very bright and sunshiny. They say he died peacefully on his couch.
I hardly ever saw him. I would even make excuses when I got a chance to see him just to be with my friends. I will always remember the time on his birthday when we went out to The Clock and had burgers. He was so happy even though all this bad stuff had happened to him. I miss him so much. I know now to always love the ones that love you, because if you don’t they might not be there tomorrow.
Taylor was almost 12 years old when he wrote this for a class in February, 2001. Taylor's grandfather, Carter L. Bishop, died on February 8, 2001.