My Grandpa recently died on the cold, snowy day of February 12, 2015. My heart was broken when my parents sat me down to tell me the depressing news. My grandpa and I shared a bond like no one else. I can remember going fishing early in the mornings while we ate our McDonald’s sausage biscuits. We watched wheel of fortune right before dinner when I stayed the night with my grandparents. My grandpa was such an amazing well-rounded person like no one I’ve ever met before. After his death, it surely changed me for the worse, I caught myself crying all the time. I figured out after a while crying wasn’t helping anything, not with my pain, and it wasn’t going to bring him back no matter how much I cried. Looking back on my time spent with my grandpa
