(New Jersey )
I lost my beloved Poppy on November 1st, 2011. He was more than a grandpa to me, he was my teacher, my friend, my inspiration, my second father. Throughout my 24 years on this earth, he was constantly there for me. He believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself. He dried every tear and bandaged every wound. If I had a problem...he had the solution. I grew up with this false sense that he would always be here. After all, he was my Superman and superheroes don't die.
But he had prostate cancer that inevitably took over his body and in the end there was nothing any of the doctors could do. I was broken hearted that morning he passed away, and 7 months later I'll still as devastated. For the first time I feel like an adult, but it's a sad conclusion. Losing a grandparent is different than other loses because you bid 'farewell' to your innocence. My sympathies are with all of you who are suffering this same kind of sorrow!