My grandpa died
We knew it was coming for a while; he was really sick. But I guess I still didn't see it coming. I wasn't really close to him. He wasn't the kind of grandfather that invites all of his grandchildren every weekend to look at old photos. I rarely went over there. I didn't think I would be too upset since we weren't that close but after I got off of the phone with my mother, I cried. My poor mother just lost her father; she's been more concerned about his health than her own for the past few months and now it's all over. I go home thursday morning. The wake is that day and the funeral is friday. Then I come back saturday morning? I feel so bad for my mother and her brothers and sisters. They lost their mother over 25 years ago. At least his pain is over. At least we saw it coming.