💔 Broken Heart
It broke my heart when my grandpa died, but I showed no sign of sadness. It's been over a year and I still miss him. When my dad told me and my sister that he died, I almost didn't believe him. And hearing people talk about it made me think about it even more. I loved my grandpa very much. I think about him all the time, some days only a little but sometimes a lot. He was a great guy, a veteran, a diabetic, an Italian, a wonderful grandfather. He and my grandma (the one that was his wife) were the grandparents I saw the most. Now it's only my widowed grandma. My other one is also a widow, but I never met her husband. He died long before my sister and I were born. I loved my grandfather though. Never did I tell anyone, but they probably assumed. For now I still have a broken heart every time I think about him. I don't know when my heart will be cured.