I believe in
Wendy’s chocolate Frosties. I didn’t like them until the year 2007. My grandpa
always enjoyed a good chocolate Frosty, and would take me out for ice cream
pretty frequently. Until the cancer struck, that is. He served in Vietnam on an
airbase and was constantly exposed to Agent Orange, which was a chemical used
to kill vegetation. Unknown at the time, it was a chief cause of bone marrow
cancer.
On April 7th, 2007, I
celebrated my 11th birthday party. I had friends over, and then
after the excitement, I went to see my grandpa. It was obvious that he was in
his final days, so I went to see him as often as I could. He was bed-ridden,
and could only have a liquid diet. He was extremely thin and was very pale from
the chemotherapy. Somehow he managed to keep his hair though! The one thing
that he loved and was allowed to eat was soft serve ice cream. He loved the
chocolate Frosties from Wendy’s. That evening, we drove to Wendy’s and picked
up two Frosties, one for me, and one for my grandpa. He had so many IVs in his
arms and was too weak to feed himself, so my Mom and I took turns giving him
spoonfuls of the Frosty. We all talked, laughed, and told funny stories and
jokes. Even though he was sick, it was the perfect day.
The next day April 8th,
was Easter Sunday. We went to church, as we normally do every Sunday, then we
went over to Grandpa’s house to have lunch and visit with him. After a little
while, my parents had a feeling that something bad was about to happen, so they
sent my brother, sister, and me down to the basement with my uncle, who had
just graduated high school. We played on his Nintendo 64, and talked about
random stuff.
Eventually, I got hungry and went up stairs to the kitchen
(which is connected to the living room where my grandpa was in his bed) to make
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I looked to my left through the divider
into the living room because I heard a commotion. What I saw has forever
changed my life. It was my mom standing over him crying, and my dad trying to
console her. My grandma was also standing over him crying. I dropped what I was
doing, and sprinted over there. He was alive, but barely. He was coughing up
blood, and gargling on it. There was nothing anyone could do. My mom asked me if
I wanted to give him a hug, but I was scared and backed off. I still regret
that decision to this day. His days came to a close right in front of my eyes.
After his death, I could not go to Wendy’s for two years.
Finally when I was at a friend’s house, his mom brought Wendy’s for us to eat
and two chocolate Frosties for us. When she gave them to me I almost cried, but
when I took a spoonful of the Frosty the taste reminded me of all of the memories
and times that I shared with Grandpa. I get a Frosty now and then, especially
on Easter, and when I do, I remember him.
Dedicated to my Grandfather Wayne Young, and my Grandmother Marilyn Young, they are dearly missed.