My Grandfather
I don't remember much about my grandfather. I only knew that I loved going to visit him in Michigan! Born Dewey Dean Allison on February 11, 1928, he was a special guy.
I used to have a picture of grandpa that I kept with me. He was wearing some kind of Hawaiian tourist shirt and had his head resting on a broomstick. He looked at the camera with a warm smile on his face. That's all I have left of him now. Just memories of him from that picture. I would've love to have known him more, to be able to be around him and watch him laugh. I don't even have the picture anymore of him. I do not remember what happened to it.
I think my grandpa died of heart problems or something related to that. I remember when he died, my mother was getting on a plane to go to his funeral, and I told her "Say hi to grandpa for me." And I remember waiting until the plane left the landing strip, hoping it would turn around and my mother would come back for me (I know that's silly).
Dewey Dean Allison died on October 6, 1991. To this day, I still mourn his loss. I wished that I had known him more like I knew my grandma, but sometimes that is how things are. But like with my grandma, I know that he's up there in heaven, watching over us (me and my mother). One day, I will see him too, and then I will learn everything I ever wanted to know about him. I love you grandpa...
