I have two heroes. One of my heroes is my brother, Adam. He is my hero because he always tries and does the right thing. I remember when my grandpa died he was strong for everyone in the family even though he may have felt like crying. I and my brother were always very close to my grandpa. We used to live with my grandparents when we were younger, when my parents were looking for a house to buy so we got very close. My other hero is my grandpa, Ken. He died almost two years ago from having a stroke and going through multiple surgeries from a hernia. He served in World War II and worked on the ships as a guard. I remember when he would always tell me stories about how the different things that happened while he was there. I always thought it was so interesting and cool to have a grandpa that served for our country. Those are my two heroes that are important to me.
February 18, 2009