by Claire Davis
I was in 3rd grade when my grandpa had his stroke. My grandpa had been my best friend, and basically my parents. He was there for me through absolutely everything. When I had a problem grandpa was there to listen to me, he made me forget my problems and we just had fun. When he got sick I was completely lost. Everyone told me that he would be different if he survived, and it might be better if he just passed on. I was a third grader! I was by my grandpa's side everyday he was sick. I read him a book and still to this day have not finished it. My grandpa died while I was outside, the only time I was away from him. I bawled my eyes out for days, I just didn't know what to do. It was like my life was over, I had just lost my grandpa, my best friend, and a parent. I just fell apart. And I didn't have anyone to talk to. My parents wanted to move on and I didn't know how to. I went into a deep depression and I'm pretty sure I haven't recovered. I still wake up some days thinking I'm going to see him and he's going to be there for concerts, and birthdays, and dance, and just be there for me. My dad always told me that I could talk to him in my sleep and he'd hear me and responed so every night before I fall asleep I say good-night to him. To this day I have not gone back to his grave, I just can't bring myself to, I can barley talk about him! My goal is to finish the book I'm writing about him and one day bring a copy to him and lay it there and tell him that I love him, and he made my life worth living. Grandpa was by far the best thing that ever happened to me. I am now in 9th grade... Love you Grandpa Earle, I hope to see you again one day in Heaven where I know you are.