granpa’s gone

i don’t think i can think of granpa without thinking of granma. i can say the same the other way around. i had to fight of tears seeing granma hug granpa saying, “you were my life.” it’s true.
granpa was still warm when we got to their place. i did not cry this time, i think i already cried enough before that my eyes are already dried from all the crying. he didn’t want us to cry anyway. but uncle marty asked how could we not.

he is right. how could i not cry after losing the only grandfather i know.


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