I just got the call that my grandpa died. He was an amazing man.

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I just got the call that my grandpa died. He was an amazing man. He taught me discipline and that hard work always pays off.

He was a hard worker all his life. He did backbreaking work for most of his life to raise a pretty big family and loved them all equally as much.

When I got the call, I'll admit, I felt bad, but never felt anything. It was when my father told me that he loved me very much and wanted to see me again.

When he said that, I bawled instantly. This man who has given up so much dies and here I am taking this for granted. I just feel like shit.

The worst part was seeing my father cry for the first time. Throughout my life, he was always the person I looked up to. He was how a man should be and I deeply loved and respected him. To see him in that state of emotion broke me, and I didn't know what to do.

I guess it's not long before I'm in my dad's position crying about him


I'm writing this here because I had no one else to talk to since I can't really trust any of my friends except one that I've had since we were in middle school together.