It was 13:30, big Thursday 8th of April, at Easter break. My mum and I, were preparing for our trip to Nafpaktos. You had just left and the phone rung. It was mum's brother. With misery, he announced that you started the journey with no returning. Mum started crying and then I understood what had happened. After some time, dad and Nicolas came. Mum told them. That night, I couldn't stop feeling something near me and I couldn't sleep, seeing an image everywhere that reminded me of you. The next day, early in the morning, big Wednesday, we travelled to Nafpaktos to tell you our last goodbyes. The days that passed were tough, but we knew it was for the better...
Two weeks later, I started writing to you...
YOU ARE READING
Dear grandpa, A.Z.
PoesíaTalking to my grandpa... This book is my deep thoughts about him, my journey through mourning and grief.
