My mom sat me down, and told me. "Grandpa, has passed." she told me when I was 13. I remembered shutting myself inside my room, and cried for at least an hour. It was all so soon, I never expected him to die. I cried and cried, remembering all his chuckles, jokes, etc.
My grandfather died of a brain tumor, (I was at summer camp when all this happened) my parents rushed him to the hospital and took him to the Emergency Room. They didn't want him to suffer, so they had to let him pass. My parents told me his last words were "Under the sink". My parents were very sad, we all didn't expected it to happen, he was only 69. We loved him, and we all miss him very much.
We never sold his house after he died, even though it's past 3 years, we felt like the house was still apart of us. I would always visit the house a couple times a week, but every time I went in the house, I felt safe, safer when I was with my parents, safer when I'm with the police, I felt like the house made me feel safe. And I know I sound crazy, but I just felt like I'm with my grandfather when I'm there.
