Crying Always

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I ran to the only place I still have with him, my place, it was our place. My grandpa and I found it when I was 6. This little area in the forest next to our house. He always used to find me there. Later we set up lights hanging in the trees, two chairs, a swing, and pictures hung on pieces of ribbon. We named it Raylin's Palace . We used to camp out there and have parties just the two of us but that was before he died. That was before my world changed forever.

The day he died, I ran to Raylin's Palace and cried.I stayed there all night and eventually cried myself to sleep. In the morning I walked back to my house, shivering, with puffy, swollen, red, eyes. My parents understood why l was gone. All they did was look at me with sad faces. My mom only said "you know that your grandfather loved you, right?" She then hugged me and began to cry and so did I.

As I arrived at Raylin's Palace my tears began to fall all over again. Today it is exactly two months since he died. I picked up a picture of us taken right before he died. More tears began to fall. I wanted him back, Oh more than anything in the world, I wanted him back. He used to say " There is no sense crying for somthing you can't change, so wipe that tear away and replace it with a smile".I tried so hard to do that, but I couldn't, the tears just kept coming.

I can't go a day without thinking, "what would he think of me now, would he be proud or disappointed in me?" I cry myself to sleep most nights and stay awake thinking about him others. I cry whenever I realize that I will never see him again. I need him more than ever, I miss him so much.

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Hi, please comment and tell me what you think. Merry Christmas a few days late.
- Lila Jolene Maguire♡♥♡♥

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