Rain

A memory of mine that has rain is the time my grandfather and I went fishing. He was going to teach me how to fish. I remember this because I got frustrated when I couldn’t get the hang of it. It was raining when we got there, but  I wanted to learn how to fish, so we went ahead and he tried to teach me. It was the day before my family was going back to Chicago, from Poland. This memory is important to me because this was the last time I had fun with my grandfather. The next time I saw him was next winter, lying in a hospital bed. He was going to die.