I always knew that at some point in my life I would lose my grandpa, but I put it in the furthest corner of my mind and ignored it. He was invincible. God, how much I miss him already. When another person loses someone, we tell them that it s all for the best, we re sorry for their loss and that their loved one is now in a better place. But when it happens to you, you don t want to hear it.
Mere words mean nothing.
That s how I felt a week ago. I appreciated all the people paying their respects and telling me that my grandpa s suffering has finally come to an end, but I would give anything in the world to see him grin at me one more time and ask me what kind of trouble I m up to. A valuable lesson I ve learned is to take advantage of every moment because you never know when you re going to lose someone. Two weeks ago Monday, I had stopped by my house to pay some bills and have dinner with my family. I was in the general vicinity of home, my mom would tell me that my grandpa wasn t doing well and that I should stop over and see him before I left.