My Grandfather They say old is gold. So are the elderly people. They have been intimately connected with our lives. My grandfather is no more with us now. But his memories keep him alive. Actually, he had become a part of my life. My parents came to live in the city. I was brought up by my grandfather and grandmother. My grandfather looked terribly old. With his long hanging beard, he looked like a saint. He would get up early in the morning. He woke me up and got me ready for school. He accompanied me to the school. While I recited poems, my grandfather read scriptures in the temple that was attached to the school. He used to narrate me the life stories of great patriots and warriors. He was a living example of simple living and high thinking. He was a highly religious man. He prayed regularly in early morning. He was quite social and helpful. His views and suggestions were valued and respected. He left a deep impression on me. Actually, he was my role model. He is still my inspiration, guide and, of course, the grand old man of my dreams.