Topic: Write about your first love — whether a person, place or thing.
My first love is one that I don’t remember. I’ve seen pictures of him recently, and I’ve heard more about him in the past year or two. He was my great-grandfather on my dad’s side of family. He used to absolutely love to spend time with me.
My mom would come home and ask where I was, and I was usually outside somewhere with him, walking. He adored me, and I loved to be with him. He would take me to the park or anywhere nearby, and I would just brighten his day.
I’m sad because I can’t remember all of these things, considering the fact that I was just a small girl. I’m also sad because I know that I will never be able to get know him now.
He passed away when I was pretty little during one of his trips to Mexico. He had fallen in his house, and he had hit his head. Not long after that he died.
I know that I loved him so much. Everyone that knew him would tell me that. I wish I could remember what they remember.