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I did see my grandfather and it was nice. At first he didn't remember me but after a few minutes he called for me and a warm nostalgia filled the air. I tried so hard not to cry when he held my hand but I eventually did when he pointed to himself then to me, and whispered I love you. It was heartbreaking but wonderful, I don't know how to describe it. It was an emotion that made me feel like everything was going to be okay even with his departure. That I could be strong and stand on my own two feet. After all since his death. (he died 2 days after I visited) I feel more inclined to stepping up to the role of what I should be. My dad needs it, both his parents have now passed and all he has is us.(his kids) I've been more helpful around the house then ever before. I feel I've been blessed by my grandfather on his last few days. I've been less reluctant about keeping my feelings bottled up and more opened to letting other people know that I have emotions as well. I guess I'm growing up in a sense and I hope by my grandfathers last written out note, 'Be strong.' That I will keep going despite the pain that lingers in my heart. I'll always love my grandpa, I am glad that at least he can finally be with grandma now. (He kept calling out her name so hopefully if there really is someone up there, he found her and is happy.)