The death of my grandfather.

I never got to meet my grandpa in person, I usually talked to him through the phone, but I rarely did this. I couldn't talk to him often. He was very kind, and he always sent me gifts and I loved him to death. Then one day, he got Cancer. And he died of it. Even after my grandpa died, I didn't want to believe it. I didn't believe it, until eventually, I found out that he really did die. Everyday, I cry. It hurts so bad. I can't go one day without crying anymore. Once, I think I saw his ghost in my kitchen, as if he wanted to say bye to me one last time. I want the pain to go away. I want to see him again. I look up how to talk to the dead everyday. I am EXTREMELY determined to talk to him again. I will talk to him again, one day. I will find a way to talk to him, right? Hes gone for now, but one day we will find a way into each others arm once again.
I miss you, grandpa.
Your grand-daughter.

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