Teen essay contest winner reflects on importance of grandparents
Oct. 5, 2013 at 5:05 a.m.
Updated Oct. 6, 2013 at 5:06 a.m.
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Grandchildren love grandparents, and grandparents love grandchildren. That's why a grandparent's job is to spoil their grandkids. In my opinion, grandchildren that are young tend to not thank their grandparents enough. Grandparents don't prefer to be thanked, what they really want is for their grandchildren to cherish the short, precious moments that they spend with them, because you never know what could happen.
I always loved my grandparents, especially my grandpa I called Papa. When I would visit Papa and my grandma, I called GingGan, we would always have the greatest times. If I had the choice I'd live with them. I loved them both dearly, but I always thought I had a significant connection with Papa. We both liked the same things and did everything together. He was my best friend!
We had stayed with them two weeks before Papa's birthday. When that birthday boy's birthday swung around I knew I had to do something special for that best friend of mine.
The month before Papa's birthday he hadn't been feeling well, so the week before his birthday they went to the hospital who referred him to the ER. We got the call that he wasn't doing well, so my mom went up there to check on him. When his birthday arrived his one wish was that he got a four piece chicken strip dinner basket from Dairy Treet. The next two days were rough, and he wanted everybody in our family to know that he loves us, and that he'll never forget us.
The next day after my soccer game my dad received a phone call from my mom. I saw a tear run down the side of my dad's face, so I was curious what was wrong. About a minute later, my dad told me and my sister that Papa had passed away. I was broken. I didn't know what to think, but hoped it was all a dream. The rest of that day I didn't speak to anyone, all I wanted to do was cry my heart out. That night I thought about all the good memories I enjoyed and cherished with him. I cried through the night until I ran out of tears. That's when I finally passed out and went to sleep.
To this day, I still have flashbacks at night, and cry tears of joy knowing that he's in a better place, eating his four piece chicken strip basket from Dairy Treet looking down upon us saying, "I can't wait to see you again."
Night after night, I send a message to Papa and the Lord by prayer saying,
"I love you, and I will always cherish the precious moments I spent with you, and give thanks to the Lord for providing me with a very special person, not only my best friend, but also my Papa, Amen."
For a 13-year-old, Trevor Werner has a lot to say.
And though some may find it easier to talk about their feelings, the Spring teenager chooses a more silent approach, using the written word - especially when it comes to talking about "Papa."
Trevor won a $100 Regal Jewelers gift card in the Victoria Advocate's "Favorite memory about grandparents," essay contest with his tribute to his grandfather, Terry L. Smith, who died Oct. 9, 2010, when Trevor was 10 years old. Smith lived in Victoria.
"That night, I thought about all the good memories I enjoyed and cherished with him," Trevor wrote. "I cried through the night until I ran out of tears."
Now three years later, the hurt has lessened, but Trevor wants to make sure others remember to cherish their grandparents.
"I felt that it was easy for me to remember because it's only been three years," Trevor said in a phone interview. "I thought I had some good ideas to write about."
Trevor's essay talks about the memories and traditions with his grandfather - or "Papa," as Trevor called him - such as making trips to Dairy Treet in Victoria for a four-piece chicken strip basket.
But beyond the essay, he said, was a man with a deep passion for Christ, a man who was once an avid hunter until he decided to stop killing God's creatures.
His "Papa" was a man who was an overall good person, he added, and he just wanted to share that with everyone.
"I'm guessing most people who voted lost their grandparents," Trevor said, trying to figure out what set apart his essay from other submissions.
Trevor's mother, Beverly, who was born and raised in Victoria, was brought to tears when she first read the essay.
She had no idea her son was writing an essay, but moreover, she had no idea just how much of an influence her father left on her son.
"What made it best for me was that I knew what my dad meant to us, and to see it in words from one of his grandchildren was like, 'Wow, what an impact he's made,'" she said, crying.
Trevor's mother described her father as a religious man who retired from Central Power and Light Retail Energy after many years.
He was a deacon at Northside Baptist Church, where he attended many years with his wife, Nelda, who he was married to for 53 years.
"My dad was a special guy," she said.
On Saturday, the family surprised Nelda Smith with a party for her 75th birthday. Trevor wants to make sure not to miss another moment.
"The traditions have become more important," he said. "We try to pretend like he's still here, and we still keep him in our hearts."