Time: 5:42 p.m.
I was woken up around 4:40 a.m. to the news that my Grampa was dead. I went upstairs to keep my Gramma company and to be there for her; my Mom and lil cousin ended up there too. Lots of crying. My cousin's five so she was just kinda sitting there and babbling. Ha, she left momentarily for the bathroom and I almost freaked out, like WHERE ARE YOU GOING KID??!. I didn't want to be left in a room of crying people. Ah, they were calling people up like crazy, tracking every relative in the book.
Losing my train of thought.
What happenned next?
Basically a lot more crying and calling of the relatives.
Me? I didn't cry much. yet. I'll probably ball my eyes out soon as I know I'm completely alone. See, when other people are panicking or crying I can usually hold myself back pretty well and keep a level head. And I don't like crying in front of others 'cause then I feel awkward/vulnerable/too open.
My Gramma didn't sleep all night. At 9:54 p.m. I heard that he was doing worse. My Grampa was strong and strong willed, that's how I saw him. But he had had heart surgery a long time ago [I remember that too] and was sick when he left for another trip to Jamaica. Really sick, then had a stroke, then they found a blockade in his heart or something, and there was fluid in his lungs. He died there. It would have been so much better if he was up here, in New York with some family. He had friends down there but if he were here, we wouldv't been able to see him.
Would haves, should haves, could haves. <<~ Those don't work for me. So I try not to dwell on 'em.
Ummm. My Grampa. Awesome dude. Loved him. So much. I really looked up to him. His wisdom and extensive knowledge. Sometimes we'd go to his place, only planning to stay for about 20min. We'd end up talking around a table with him for hours. I LOVED to listen to him, everything he had to say was priceless and I hung on to every word. So many stories and so much history.
Haha, I'm holding on tight to every memory I have of him. His laugh, his smile, those jokes xD Sometimes jokes on me ._. And dang, his farts were thunderous and deadly 0_0 xDD <3333333333333333333333333333333
Ahhhm, I think all that matters is that I knew him. I'm blessed to have had him as my grandfather. Because of that I can still joke and smile :D My aunt helped with that too.
Fooooooooooo.
To those that read, thank you so much :]]
