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Glasses are used as a daily accessory. To some people they mean nothing, they just need them to have a better view of what’s happening; but when I see somebody use their glasses daily, I remember my grandfather. My grandfather was a very happy and helpful person, he was one and still is one of my favorite persons I have ever gotten to know. I saw him every day; he was always using his glasses, they were a part of him. Those glasses make me remember all the times we spent together, how he taught me how to dance; me standing on his feet while he moved around my living room. Whenever I was grounded he sneaked me into his room and we would watch cartoons together, even though I wasn’t supposed to. Those happy days when he would pick me up from school and we would go out to have something to eat. The way he used to read large books and I didn’t understand how he never got tired of reading so much, now I do. The way he was sleeping with his glasses on, and whenever you tried to turn off the television he was supposedly watching, he would wake up and say that he was just resting his eyes, so you could leave the television on, even though he would be snoring one minute later. I can’t remember an image of him without glasses, but if I saw one, I probably wouldn’t recognize him. Those glasses were always with him, since I can remember he never took them off. His glasses were very useful to him, he needed them for seeing far distances, as well as for reading from a short distance. The lens had engraving, but besides that engraving, it had a special one at the bottom of each lens, which he used for reading. There was no need for him to take them off, he had everything he needed in those pair of glasses.  The memory of my grandfather as I remember him is also present in those of my cousins, they all remember the same things that I do, his big round glasses and his contagious smile, as well as his helping hand. It was always there when you needed it. A lot of people use their glasses as something they need to have a better view, but for me it represents much more, more than a memory, or an object; it represents one of the best men this world could have had, my grandfather.