I was woken up at 2:43 A.M. by my mother... she was crying. "She never cries... unless..." I think. I look up at my mom with tears in my eyes. "I-is he okay...?" I ask holding back tears. My mom shakes her head 'no'. Tears start filling my eyes I start crying and I hug my mom "please tell me he's still alive...!" I say with desperation filling my voice. My mom shakes her head 'no' again... I starts bawling and ask to see him. Me and my mom go to the room he was in. I fall to my knees next to his bed... I didn't have the strength to say anything... it hurt to bad. "W-why... just why?!" I start getting mad at myself for not spending more time with him while he was still here... I run outside and run to the bridge. I look down at the little pond it was above and remember how much he loved fishing off the bridge. Fuck...! Fuck! Why?! WHY?! WHY HIM?! I scream due to my sadness. I fall to my knees once again in tears and just sit there and sob until sunrise. I eventually fall asleep on the bridge. When I wake up my eyes are blood shot and I walk back up to my great grandparents house. I walk into the house not knowing if it was a dream or not... "w-was it a dream...?" I ask desperately "please tell me it was a dream!..." I plead. "Trust me, we all wish it was..." my grandmother says. I walk to my room and fall onto my bed sobbing... "w-why...?" I ask myself as my voice breaks.
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Non-FictionThis is a true story to make you cry if you wanna cry :/ reminder this did actually happen to me irl and I cry about it everyday... It's been over a year since then. It's a story about me losing Me great grandfather to cancer, and how I'm copping wi...
