The Day My Life Changed
By: Stenly • Essay • 1,468 Words • December 2, 2009 • 1,674 Views
Essay title: The Day My Life Changed
The Day My Life Changed
I stepped through the door to my grandmother and grandfather's home without even aknock. My grandpa looked up from the television he was watching, from his cozy comer chair.He had a head of snowy white hair gleaming in the room. Over his broad body, hung a navy bluedress shirt and a fuzzy cardigan sweater. He wore slacks, held up awkwardly by a belt, allowinghis small potbelly to hang over it. His face showed the years of worry and stress, and his whitebushy eyebrows and growing second chin showed his old age. His smile greeted me. As I drewclose to him, his aging arms reached out and wrapped around my body and pulled me into a warmloving hug. As he released me from the hug, I said, "Grandpa, I have some news I want you tohear" as I plopped down in the chair beside him. "I wanted to let you know that I am getting
married," I told him.The room was left in a dead silence, frozen for a brief period of time, as we recovered
from the intensity of the news I had brought him. Reaching for the remote to turn off the television, my grandfather looked at me.
Before he could say a word, the excitement of an unseen grandmother came from the kitchen.Both our eyes looked toward the cheerful light and the sounds of my grandmother's excitemen tAs the excitement faded away, his eyes turned toward mine. Awaiting his comments, my eyes
were open wide. Excitement had filled my body, because of the news I had just brought him."Wonderful, go ahead and tell me all about it," he exclaimed.Well, I woke up this morning just as I always do, but this time it was to the ringing of
the phone. I reached for the phone and said "Hello," and on the other end was my boyfriend. He said he needed to see me as soon as possible, so I said "OK," and went to meet him. When I arrived at his house, he met me at the door and asked me to come in and have a seat on the couch,
I was a little worried at this time. I sit down on the couch and he kneeled down in front of me on one knee, I just looked at him knowing now, what he was up to. This is what he said, "I know wehave been through a lot here lately, but I also kn ow that we can go through a lot more as long as
we do it together. So, since I have said that, "I want to ask you a question." And he reachedover to the dark brown oak end table beside him and picked up what looked to me like a small black box. He looked back at me and said 'Will you marry me,' as he opened the black box to
reveal an elegantly lavishing looking solitaire diamond ring engagement set. I didn't know what to say at first, I was just too stunned, so I got my bearings and I looked into his beautiful soft brown eyes and said the only thing I knew I could say, "Yes!" He grabbed me up by the waist and put
his arms around me, almost cutting me in half with his grip, and looked in my eyes and said,'You've made me the happiest man alive.' All I could do, because I was still stunned by theproposal, was just give him a big kiss on the lips and keep my arms around him as if to never let
go. When we finally broke apart and I sat back down on the couch, he took the ring from its small black box and placed it on my finger."We have not set a date just yet, but I know it will be soon and I will let you know as
soon as we do. I have to go now, because I have so many others to tell," I explained to mygrandparents. So I gave my grandfather and my grandmother a kiss on the cheek and headed outthe door. I stepped out of the warm house into the darkness and the chill of the night. The
evening breeze hit m y small body, sending shivers up my back. I instantaneously missed the warmfeeling of the house, heated by the blazing kitchen stove. I hurried down the hill toward thewarmth of my own house. As I walked the short distance, my eyes rested on the branches of the
many evergreen trees along the path. My mind focused on my proposal, and my life to come with
my fiancee. A smile formed on my face again, and the skip returned to my step. Opening the door to my house
the bright cheery light hit my face, I gleefully walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver and dialed. Waiting for the other end of the phone to be answered, my day ended just as it began,
on the phone.
once knew a medium height man weighing around one hundred and fifty pounds. His grey hair was easily taking over. His pale green eyes and sunbaked wrinkled face showed years of outdoor work. He was sixty-five and I call him grandfather. You could always count on a good conversation when you spoke with him. The years that he