My Grandfather

I really miss my grandpa. He has been gone for 10 years. I can remember when I was little going to his woodshop and watch him build things. He would even let me help sometimes. Then, we would sneak out and go for ice cream. Gosh, I miss that. He always told me I was his favorite granddaughter. He told that to everyone. It made me smile knowing I was that special to him. My mom tells me a story. When I was a baby, my mom got sick, and couldnt be around me. She had grandpa come over and take care of me when my dad was at work. She tells me he would sing to me, talk to me. Telling me I was so small he was afraid he was going to break me. I smile everytime my mom tells me that.

He died December 30, 1997. A day before my birthday. My world came crashing down that day. I remember his funeral like it were yesterday. I didnt cry. I thought I had to be tough for my mom and grandma.

I think about this every single day of my life. I wish I could have, would have cried.

I'm writing this hoping it will help me get rid of some of my grief and anger.