As I'm trying to wipe the tears that have fallen I get a knock on my door. I yell. "Hold up!" Then I open the door. It's my aunt she walks in and says she's about to leave. She asks "How are you doing?" I respond. "I'm okay" She hugs me and says "I'll see you later." After she leaves I go into the kitchen where everyone mostly is. I hear a few stories being told about my granddad. They do nothing but make me sad and sick to my stomach.
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Still Grieving
Non-FictionA girl's grandfather dies in 2006 & she still cries for him every other night years later. She still to this day can't accept the fact that he's gone it's now 2017...... Read for more!
