This story I am writing at the minute is a true story. My grandad died about 2 maybe 3 week ago. It was upsetting. I loved my grandad more than anything. He was great, I was really close to him. More than my other grandads anyway. I remember when my grandad gave me £20 a day. That is true. He gave me loads of sweets and everything. Today is the 25th February 2016 and my grandads funeral is on Monday 29th February and I have to go. I'm glad but I'm not because I know I'll burst out crying. Anyway, this story may or may not be crying. So pay attention. I've worked very hard to write this story and tried not to cry myself.