Thursday, December 30, 2010

I remember Pop in my own words

Hi, it's me again, Matty. And I'm writing another blog-copied story from my dad's blog "A Father's Love, My Son and Autism". Today I'm writing a story about Pop. This one is not as sad as my father's stories about Pop. In this story I am going to say I this time instead of Matty. Another thing is that the title I chose for this story possibly changed a little bit. The story on my dad's blog was "Matty remembers Pop in his own words". And after that I will copy another story on my dad's blog. It is called "Explaining to Matthew about Pop". Now let's begin.
Below here is the story called "Matty remembers Pop in his own words". I wrote it in I think August 2009. Here it is.

I remember my grandfather who I loved to call pop. When pop would come and visit me I would run to the door and say "Hello, I'm glad you came". I would show him my Lego City and my Domino Chain. Sometimes I would have my cars lined up like a parking lot in the living room and mom would always say "Matthew please put your cars away now". Pop would then say "I'll help him put them away". Pop would then help me build my lego towers so they looked like the buildings he used to work on.

I remember when pop would tell me all the buildings he worked on. He worked on the WTC in the early 1970's and he also worked on the Verrazano Bridge in the early 1960's when my dad was a baby. I always enjoyed when pop would drive us into New Jersey and we would cross over the bridge. I was amazed that he worked so high up and was not even afraid. I used to see all the pictures Pop showed me of him working on the bridge and other construction sites. I always enjoyed sitting down with him and looking at the pictures. He looked so young in those pictures and my dad was held by his mom wearing his diapers still. I thought that the pictures of dad's mom were beautiful. It's nice seeing pictures of my dad when he was a little boy.

After we were done with our buildings Pop helped me move them to a safer place and he would help me put my cars away like my mom said to.

Pop would always sit next to me on the couch and we would watch SpongeBob SquarePants and I think after a while Pop would get a little crazy hearing that song all the time. Then I would let him turn the channel. I would watch The Animal Planet Channel which we both liked to watch. It was getting time when I had to go to bed and pop would have to leave so we would say goodbye and tell him "Thank you for making my day" and give him a hug. This is what I remember about my pop and I will never forget that.

I miss him and I always remember him through all the pictures we used to look at together and I tell my dad that pop is still here with us and he is happy. The End.

Now that was my story. You might know that this story is the same as the one on the blog, I mean not like the bloody nose story which was scary. It also sounds like it is helped by dad because it is. I wrote it on Friday, August 28, 2009. You know I put "the end" at the end but you know it's not over, there's more to come so get ready. I have one more story to show you.

I have so many memories of Pop. I would always enjoy seeing Pop when he would stop by and spend time with me and take me for rides in his car. Pop was not only my grandfather but he was a special friend who would talk and listen to me. Pop took great joy in seeing me smile and playing games with me like cracking the egg on my head with his hands and making up words like eleventeen or twelveteen. He was like a big kid and he made me laugh. Pop would also make up jokes for me which would also make me laugh.

I would always treasure the times I got to spend with Pop and was sad when he would have to leave and I would give him a big hug and say goodbye or see you soon again.

During the holidays and birthdays Pop would always give me a special gift and money for my college fund. He would always say to listen to your mom and dad and be a good boy. Pop would always ask how was your day at school and if I did well I would get a 10 dollar bill for my bank.

The things I remember about Pop is that we would sometimes go to his apartment to visit him and I loved to visit Pop and play for a little while at his apartment and enjoy seeing my dad talk with Pop. We did not want Pop to feel all alone and felt good to spend time with him. We always enjoyed seeing his pictures on the wall and all his models. He was very talented and taught me about drawing and patience. He would sometimes take us to Dunkin' Donuts to get some donuts or bagels and hot chocolate. Those were fun times.
Now that was the story of what I remember about Pop. I copied as much as I knew about in dad's blog and now here it is on mine. How was it? Did you like it? Are you sad for him? And if you read the story "Explaning to Matthew about Pop" on my dad's blog, then you will know that I didn't put the sad part in this story. Do you know why? That is because I didn't want to put it on this story. So is that okay? And if you wanted to read it, just go to my dad's blog and see it on the story title. Now I've got something to tell you. If you know someone who is not here anymore and has been gone for a short time, then write something that you think will make them feel better and in memory forever just like I did. And last, I would like to tell you that I have learned a lesson about my Pop, "It doesn't matter if they're gone, what matters is how we care and remember them right". Thank You. The End.

Matty Iannielli