When my grandpa died I was sad that I wouldn't be able to talk to him, I remember the last words he said to me "man I wish I can come with you guys... It nice and quiet there" he said those to me when my sister and I were on summer break from school, we were leaving the next day. I was very hurt when he left us, I felt very alone. I didn't know how to cope with his death, so I started to draw, but it didn't last as long as I thought it would. I started to write short stories of what my life would be like if he was still with us. When I stopped writing I had a dream of my grandpa he had a part of his eye missing, when I found it I put it back on him when he was lying in his casket, after I walked away I turned around I saw my grandpas spirit sit up and said 'I can see' then I woke up. When I felt lost and alone, I remembered he is still alive in my memories.
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Spiritually Broken but Beautiful
Short StoryThis is a short story of what happened in my life a few years back, I wanted to write a little about myself to give and share how I was spiritually hurt, and and how I recovered, it's not much but I hope it still helps.
