The Death of My Grandfather

About five years ago, I was really sad the day my Grandfather died. I

can’t really remember the day it happened, but it was a great loss to

the family. We lost someone really dear to us and felt

incomplete. My Grandmother and my dad were really devastated. Since

that day no one has been the same.

That same year my grandfather passed on, my dad had weird dreams about

him. We didn’t know what it meant, but my dad would always wake up in

the middle of the night sweating, wondering what it meant.

I remember waking up one morning and seeing my mum crying, while

holding the phone. She told me that Papa (as we called him) had died.

She said that he had had a stroke the night before. He died in the

hospital. At that moment, my mum could not finish the story. She

felt so upset and needed to cry and let out her pain.