Comment by WALALALA on Home page

Lost my Grandpa today. I spent my childhood at his house, playing with my aunts and eating his special noodles. I remember the day I thought I'd return the next day, but the next day never came. He had promised to make me his special noodles when I returned the next day, but then I never went over to his house. Then we both forgot about the promised noodles and now that he's gone, I remember all the little things he did for me. All this time I thought he was just an old man, but he was such a big part of my life, and I never realized it till he was gone. I regret not asking Mom to take me to him, I regret not knowing he was hospitalized, I hate my dad for not telling him, and I hate my grandma and my aunts for not calling me, knowing I loved him. He was the best, and I'm gonna miss him so much. My entire family thinks I'll be fine since I stopped visiting when I turned 12, but even if I don't remember most of my time spent with him, I still love him. I can't talk to my sister, cuz she isn't attached to him like I am, and my parents don't seem to care much. He's my grandpa, but we aren't blood-related, but that didn't make him less of a family member to me. I didn't know whom to talk to, so here I am, typing all this, crying like a baby. I don't think I'm ever gonna get over his death.