Happy Yesterday

In memory of Micheal, my grandfather. A short story for a competition I never admitted. This story includes cancer and the passing of a loved one, please be aware before reading.
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The fish returned to the life it knew, swimming with the family under the ripples of the surface. As I turned to face my grandpa, a sudden change in the air forced the grass to vibrate, trembling violently under the force it brought. Grey washed over the blue sky, dark, soggy clouds formed together, and the petals strode angrily like a whirlwind.