Anonymous
It has been a week, almost to the moment when I heard the news. The first few days, I disbelieved, as if nothing happened. And then I became angry for a few days, I couldn't understand what made me mad. And, today, I understood. And that realisation has made me sad. I went through the same process when Grandma died.
My sister and I would love to go to their house and spend the weekend or extended times durring our summer breaks. We would have so much fun. Grandma would take us out to lunch, go shopping, and to see the world on a tour. Grandpa would give us chores, money to see movies, and crazy rides in his Ford Bronco. No matter when my sister and I would go there, summer or winter, fall or spring, we always had fun.
Due to circumstances, my sister and I got to live with them for some time while we were growing up. Sometimes things change when you live with someone, but with us it didn't. Everyday was fun and interesting.
Grandma taught me to enjoy the beauty of life, while Grandpa taught me how to get there.
I miss and love them both. They live on in us all.
With love,
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