Part 4:
I got home and all I did was take a clean canvas and paint and Sat down. The emotion I felt was layed out on that canvas and they say that was the day I opened up to art.
I new it would never be the same ever again. Weeks later my grans sister moved in just for a while. My grand started to clean out my grandpa's room and me in pain took almost all his stuff.
I was nut ready to say goodbye yet. The day of his berial came and the brought his coffin to the house just before the serimony. I put in a picture of me and him,he always said I should put in his coffin the day he dies.
The next few moths were brutal I couldn't even believe I passed that year.
