Legacy of the Man

This is not a story of a superhero, a fictional character. This is a story of a Man, and in my opinion The Man. Who am I talking about, you may ask. I am talking about the man who was my grandfather. My parents divorced when I was like 4 years old. My mom moved back with her parents and the man who wasn't biologically my father but took up the responsibility of raising me. When I was young people in Saint-Ignace, where he lived and I call home,called me Vincent's Shadow cause I was always following him behind him. He thought me how to fish, hunt, right from wrong and how to be a man in general. He wasn't that spoke much, but when he did it had a purpose. My sense of humour is derived from him. He was always talking and joking with everyone. He would have given the shirt off his back for anyone. I never thought I had accomplished anything in my life that would've made him proud of me. But I was so wrong. I had moved away to Saint-John for a few years fell on my luck came back home. I was in a wheelchair at the time, hadn't seen him in 4 years, he walked in the house not expecting me, when he walked in the house, if you would've seen his face. I had never seen him smile like that. My mom saw his face and smile and later she came to me and said I had never seen him so happy to see anyone ever. She said he was at peace, like he had seen an angel. Not long after my mom called me cause my grandfather had been taken to thee hospital. I was in the Hospital myself and was being released that day so I stopped to see him. The next day mom calls me and says we're going to see Pape, he isn't leaving the hospital again. I went to see him, and I knew he was dying, I could tell by the look in his eyes. But for my grandmother and mom I didn't cry. They were crying and I was the tough one in our families time of need. I held his hands, petted his head. I told him everything and everyone is alright, I will look after the family, so let go. Stop being stubborn and in pain. Go and be happy and well again. I left after a while cause mom wanted me to be with my grandmother in this trying event. My mom said she was going to stay with him until he passes. I didn't sleep at all that night. And I never in my life had ever want my mom not to come home, but in this situation I dreaded her arrival, cause it would mean the end for him was upon us. She arrived around 5AM and it felt like my skin was being ripped from my bones,. Y soul broken. My Superman was no more. It has been closely a year and the hole of him not being there anymore is painful everyday. I know he is better now. But he is deeply missed everyday. And it never gets easy. Departed but never ever forgotten. Love you with all my heart and miss you tremendously. Hope your looking over me and happy at what you see.