Lost my Grandpa March 9, 2011

by Tori Whittaker

I woke up thinking it was going to be just another day, boy I was wrong. My grandpa was in the hospital because he was really sick, no big deal, he'll get better, he always did. I realized something I never wanted to realize. I lost him. I didn't want my Grandpa to be in pain anymore, but I wasn't ready for him to leave me. I cried for days, not knowing how to live, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't do anything. We were so close, and God does know I miss him everyday. I was told that pain would heal with time, but every time that I had a moment that I want to share with him, I can't. I look around and I can't find him. I still cry when I think of him. And I'm missing and hurting just as much as the day.. I lost him. I'm trying to go on with my daily life, but something will happen and remind me of him, and I'll fall apart and have to start over, getting over Grandpa's death. Sometimes I can go without crying and living a normal life, but then I remember and I want him to always know that I love him and I'm missing him everyday and nothing would or could ever change that.

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