I believe that everybody has chapter they don't read aloud. This is mine. You don't know how hard is was to write this. You don't know how much pain this caused me. And maybe you do. If so, I'm truly sorry. Death isn't an easy thing to write about let alone experience, but I want to share my story in hopes it will help at least one of you.
Back in seventh grade we were reading Tuesday's With Morrie by Mitch Albom. (If you haven't read this you definitely should)! We were getting to the end of the book and the plan was to finish the next day. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it, so I finished it that night at home. I was reading and crying, but then I got to the end and my tears stopped. And all of the sudden so many tears came out of my eyes. I cried the hardest I think I've ever cried in my life. I realized that I had been holding in so much pain and sorrow, I needed to let it all go. This is the story of my wonderful grandpa/best friend. He's inspired me so much and I miss him a lot. Well, here goes nothing.
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You Are My Sunshine
Non-FictionThe unknown story about how I lost my best friend. My grandpa was a kind man. He loved science, flowers, and birds. But when he was diagnosed with ALS I was still in elementary school. I didn't know he was going to die, I thought he would get better...
