My Hero

Even though my grandpa died during my fifth grade year I still think of him as my hero. My grandpa is the greatest man I knew and I still look up to him and his values. He was a faithful husband and a kind grandpa with a great outlook on life. My Grandpa lived in Minnesota so it was really awesome when we went to visit him once a year. When he died, that was the saddest day of my life, he was in perfect condition before that one moment which made my mom cry a lot. He died shoveling his driveway and his neighbor's driveway before church. Everyone my grandpa knew, loved and respected him because of his kindness and good values. I wish I were more like him as I strive to be everyday. My only regrets about my grandpa is that my sister never got to know him.