The other week, I was feeling kinda weird, odd, depressing and unusual, decided to take off for that Friday. My grandpa died.
My lasts words to him were "Please be good and take your meds, only then you'll recover and then can be back home. I will visit you more often at home ok"
He cried while I held his hands. He knew that was the last time. I didn't. He was 77. I never knew his birthday. He left this behind, I told everyone it's mine.
I still cry to bed. Most nights. I can't handle death, I know.
My lasts words to him were "Please be good and take your meds, only then you'll recover and then can be back home. I will visit you more often at home ok"
He cried while I held his hands. He knew that was the last time. I didn't. He was 77. I never knew his birthday. He left this behind, I told everyone it's mine.
I still cry to bed. Most nights. I can't handle death, I know.
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