I woke up at three in the morning knowing it was time without ever being told. I felt him pass in my heart, he's gone to heaven now. So I go back to sleep, because I have school that day. I woke up at 5:58am and started to prepare myself for the day ahead of me, my mom arrived home at 6:30am with the news of his passing at 3:15am. All I can think of today is 3:15, 3:15. The number keeps running though my head and I keep wondering why that specific time, nothing made sense. I went to school with all my friends, and told them the news knowing how good my friends are I knew they'd be there for me. I had to go home at the beginning of fourth hour though, because I couldn't think.
Ill be writing in this daily, until everything gets settled down. If anyone need to or wants to talk I'm here and I'll listen and help anyway I can. Kik: woutangkillerbees
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Cancer
Non-FictionThis is a journal for those who want to read it, my grandpa passed away and the story describes how I'm dealing with it.
