My step-father has been in my life since I was 5-years-old, and I am now 18. He has been a great inspiration to me, and a wonderful father. He has taken me under his wing , and so has his family. My step-father was raised in Hawaii, and ever since we’ve meet I have always wanted to go see where he grew up, and visit my grandfather.
My grandfather would make trips all the way from Hawaii to California just to visit us, and there was even a time that he had stayed with us for a number of months. His visits were unforgettable, but every time he’d leave, it made me want to go visit him even more. Unfortunately I didn’t get to go to Hawaii till the day of his funeral. I had envisioned my Hawaiian experience to be out of this world, but I ended up with mixed feelings. There I was in one the most beautiful places in the world, but for what? My grandfather’s funeral?
Of course when we got there my dad showed me around the island, all the places where he hung out, and where my grandfather went to go eat breakfast. I was doing all the things I had expected to do in Hawaii, but without my grandfather. I was sitting in his car, but he was not driving, I was in his kitchen, but he would never know. When the day of his funeral came, it was raining, but the sun was shinning over the veteran’s cemetery. There were his remains, in front of my family and I. his flag was placed on a mantel, then was lifted and was being folded, while another played the bugle call. Behind them was the most beautiful scenery I had ever seen. It was raining still and the soldiers were folding my noble grandfather’s flag, and behind them was a rainbow, it laid on the mountains that enclosed them, all while the sounds of the trumpet filled the warm Hawaiian air.
My trip to Hawaii was one of the most poignant trips I have ever been on. It was filled with so many emotions, and experiences I will never forget. Oahu is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to, I’m sure my grandfather lived his last days happy to have known that he got to live in such a beautiful place, and to know his family loved him. Even though I didn’t get to spend time with my grandfather, I got a better understanding of who he was, and I’m proud to say that John Langman was, and will always remain my grandfather.
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