November 8th.

8 years ago today, i remember my mom waking me up saying we need to talk to you in the living room. I walked out into the living room, where all of my brothers were sitting, and also waiting for my parents to talk to us. At first i thought it was going to be exciting news..like "we are going on vacation" or something like that. Then once i looked at my mom and saw she had tears in here eyes i quickly realized that i would not be getting exciting news...rather I'd be getting devastating news.My dad then proceeded to tell me that my grandpa harry had passed away. This was the first person i had ever lost that was very close to me. & i was in complete shock. I didn't know how to even handle it. Of course i cried. My parents told us that we needed to try our hardest to go to school. I was in 8th grade at the time. & i tried my hardest to stay. but i didn't even make it through homeroom, which was the very first class of the day. I went down to the office and told them what had happened. & they called my parents to come and pick me up. I went home, and i just remember crying all day, not being able to grasp what was going on. Thankfully i wasn't alone once i got home. My cousin Benji had also had to come home from school and he was staying at my house for the day. We sat back in my brothers room, and just talked about how we felt. How we couldn't believe he was gone. But also the fun memories we have had of him. The funeral was rough, but aren't all funerals? I just couldn't believe that someone who i had just spent time with earlier in the week, was taken away from me. Thankfully i have a wonderful family. We all helped each other get through this rough time.

It's still a painful day for me every year. Everything just plays back in my head. I just kind of want to fast forwards through this day every year. But at the same time i wish i could rewind back to this day 8 years ago. Well more like November 7th. I'd make the walk back to my grandpas house (who lived right behind me) I'd spend the day just telling him how much i love him , what a great man he was. How big of an influence he was on my life. I'd let him tell me stories like he always did. I used to hate hearing his stories because they drug on forever...but I'd give anything just to sit down and hear one more story of his.

One thing i do know, he that he was a christian man. It gives me hope that one day i will be able to see him again in Heaven. That's the only thought that gets me through this day every year. I will once again be reunited with him. & i can't wait!


I love you Grandpa Harry.