I'm reading these sad stories and now I have to say that I miss my grandpa, who I usually called Papa, very very very very much. I know he's watching me. I don't understand why he had to die. Why he was around for more than 80 years and then...left. I truthfully never really cared about him until he died. I am seriously starting to cry. I know his spirit is still flying around my grandma's house. I never saw him on the day he died. The last time I saw him was the day before. My mom had been at my grandma's house, her mom, and me and my dad and my sister were home. When my mom called with the news my dad drove us over. She stayed there very late. My dad had a meeting for work so about a half hour later he took me and my sister home. We did our homework while watching tv. It got my mind off Papa but he still found his way into my thoughts. It was a day that started off normal but became sad by the time I went to bed. We all should have known it was coming. He started doing bad a month before. Whenever I go into my grandma's living room, the room he died in, I feel sad. Once I was at my grandma's and was in the room all alone and I whispered to him. My last goodbye to him was like any other goodbye we'd had. I didn't know it would be the last time I ever saw him.
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