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on Wednesday, December 28 @ 08:51:59 UTC
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: My Grandpa..... His Death
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on Wednesday, December 28 @ 08:51:59 UTC
neel writes:: " Two hours later my dad pulled up in the driveway. “Grandpa passed away,” he said with tears in his eyes. That two-hour drive to my house felt like the longest ride in my life.Dad tried talking to me about it, but I didn’t want to. I kept asking how my grandpa died and hoped it would change each time my dad explained it...
Its almost a month ago, but I still remember like it happened yesterday I was at home all the time just went out for a while, few minutes later, my dad called and said he was coming to pick me up. Why?” I asked. I still had a few minutes left before I was supposed to head home.My dad said we’d discuss it when he got there. I knew something bad had happened and my mind started to wander Two hours later my dad pulled up in the driveway. “Grandpa passed away,” he said with tears in his eyes. We had to drive to our house where the rest of my family was gathering. That two-hour drive to my house felt like the longest ride in my life. My dad tried talking to me about it, but I didn’t want to. I kept asking how my grandpa died and hoped it would change each time my dad explained it, but it didn’t. My mom wrote a letter to my grandpa to put in his casket. I wanted to put something in his casket, too. I found an old photo from when I was a 4-year-old. It was a picture of me sitting on his lap as he helped me put on my Mickey sandals. At the time, I didn’t want to go home and refused to put on my sandals. My grandpa sat me on his lap and told me a story When the story ended, he said, “Well, you might as well go home now. Your shoes are on.” I looked down and my sandals were on my feet. I hadn’t even noticed that he did that. But I agreed with him and went on my way. I loved that picture. It illustrated our special bond Then my family decided to make our own cd of songs that reminded us of my grandpa, I got so immersed in the details of preparing for his funeral, that I didn’t have time to think about much else. It all felt like a dream So it didn’t really dawn on me that he was gone until we were at the funeral and they were getting ready to bring the casket outside. I tried my hardest not to cry. But the thought of never again seeing his blue eyes or smelling his Old Spice cologne made me break down. Days later, when I got over the shock of his death, I started feeling angry with him. I blamed him for leaving me and not fighting for his life. I hid my feelings from my family and feared they’d feel more pain if they knew how sad I was. My parents tried to get me to talk about it, but I wanted to be alone. For weeks, I cried my self to sleep. Then I blamed myself for not being able to say goodbye to him My whole attitude changed when I had a dream with him in it one night. In the dream, I went for a walk with my mum and our dog through a peaceful park. There were big houses sitting on the hill above us. We stopped in front of my grandpa’s grave. I did not cry, but just stood there and really looked at it. I soon realized my grandpa’s arm was around me. Only the i could see him, but not my grandma. She knelt next to his grave and cried. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Take care of your family for me,” he said. I agreed and then he said, “I love you very much.” He hugged me and I could smell the Old Spice cologne he always wore. “I love you, too,” I said. I did not feel sad or upset. I finally felt calm and at peace with myself. I smiled When I woke up, I still wore that smile. I had finally said goodbye, and it felt so good. It has been almost a months since my grandpa died. I’ve only gone to his grave a couple of times, once to see his headstone and another time around........... Part of me doesn’t want to accept what happened, and another part of me doesn’t want to remember him as a headstone. I don’t have to see his name in a piece of stone to know he’s still here, because I can feel him in my heart. I’m slowly healing and learning to live my life not regretting his death or being angry with him or myself for what happened. The memories, the traditions, the love we had will always live on in my heart. Whenever I feel remorse, I will remember that he’s in a better place—smiling down at me and me smiling up at him. "
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Re: My Grandpa..... His Death (Score: 1)
by Dhruv (breakfree89@yahoo.com) on Wednesday, December 28 @ 08:57:13 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | this.. is.. simply, amazing.. |
Re: My Grandpa..... His Death (Score: 1)
by BodhiTree (burningbright2@aol.com) on Wednesday, December 28 @ 10:07:33 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | wow, I like this, its very sad but still gives a warm and fuzzy feeling at the end. the growth you went through and the pain before.
perhaps break this into paragraphs?
I am sorry for your loss, I dont have anyone I know who has died, most of them died before I was born. I am glad for it too.
good job, keep writing
Nicole |
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