What's about my grandparents

I always love and remember my grandparents especially my grandpa. Because he was so sweet, friendly, and a man whose principles would not bend. My grandpa was a master storyteller. And he had within him a rare strength that sustained not only my sisters and me, but all the family. He always in the evening was sitting in front of the chimney and paid attention to me.He started talking about his many adventures that he had in the past.Sometimes the stories made me laugh and sent happy tears down my cheeks, or a story that made me feel very sad. My grandparents were very poor, and they had a small house with three small windows, and the floor was made of dry mud. They didn't have electricity. The only light in the night they used was the candles,or petroleum lamps. My grandpa always took care of me. But one day he got sick, and the doctor said that he has diabetes.My grandpa was an old man and five months later he died. For me it was the most sad notice I heard, but my mom explained me, " your grandpa is in heaven with God." I still miss my grandpa. But I gave God thanks for the time I had with my grandpa. The lesson that he showed me I will never forget. I learned to respect the past, to respect my own heritage and my self. This story I wrote is for the memory of my beloved grandpa who lived many adventures.