The Rubix Ball, a gift given to me by my brother, it was my grandfathers. It is very important to me because my grandfather died when I was only 2 years old. I don’t remember him all that well. Just pictures of me and him is really all I have left. So this gift really means a lot to me.
The Rubix Ball is a plastic silver ball that can turn through the center and has “paths” that the plastic beads travel on. There are red, yellow, green, and blue beads that you have to try to line up together. There are four paths that go around the ball and each path is for a different color. Getting all the beads of one color on one of the paths is very difficult. You must work on all four colors at the same time. Every day I try to solve it. I thought the rubix cube was difficult. Boy have I met my match. Trying to align all the colors together all at once is very difficult. And because it’s a ball there is a lot of spinning and mixing up of the colors. A very challenging piece, but also very fun at the same time. It becomes a game of difficulty and memory.
My grandfather had given the ball to my brother just before he passed away and my brother in return gave it to me because I have nothing of my grandfather’s. It was very nice of him.
The significance is that it is all that I have left of my grandfather. I do not know much about my grandfather just what my parents tell me and they don’t tell me much. He was a Motor Machinist Mate 2nd Class in World War II. He worked on the engines in the war boats. He got out of the war on February 13th, 1946. Exactly six years before my father was born. He died when I was about 2 years old. I have only visited his grave once, as it is out in a World War II Veteran Cemetery out in Cape Cod. I did not attend his funeral. My parents tell me I was sleeping during his funeral. Just as well too. I was only 2 years old and was a screaming me-me. Every day I look at the ball and think to myself I wonder what my grandfather was like. How would my life be different if he was still in it now?
This is a rather hard essay for me to write. Having something of his in my possession is like he is still here in spirit with me. I do believe he is watching over me in heaven as I am writing this and tears are forming in his eyes just as they are in mine as I am writing this. I love my grandfather very much. Whether I remember him or not he is a part of me and I wish every day that he was still here with me. I have never had a grandfather in my life. And it does hurt very much. Although some may not believe it, having my grandfather’s rubix ball makes me feel as if he is watching over me day to day and hoping I solve it. It is like a piece of my heart was put back when I was given the ball. Basically, this ball is the connection between me and my grandfather no matter where either one of us is or is going we will always and forever be connected with this ball.
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