my grandpa

my granpa past away about a month ago. it was sad-but not how you would think.

I was getting the train home from school with my cousin and we walked to my grannys house from the station and we let are selves in knowing were she kept the key.

my granny and my auntie came in and told us the news and we all cried. Although that was the only time i cried for him. i was more concerned for my mum, being the more sensitive person in the family. and i was right. she was so sad that she was sick with grief but my dad knew what to do because he had lost both his parents when i was very small. i was on my best behave always trying to help out.

to make matters worse the funeral was on the Monday-the day i was supposed to go to Italy with the school-my whole family said that he would have wanted me to go to Italy so i did.

when i came home i was shown a DVD of the funeral me and my dad started to cry. my grandpa was a very important man he had body guards and was driven around in a bullet proof car. even ask my friends.

but i was never that close to him so i could never have grieved that much for him as i would have liked.

but it's too late now all i can do is help my granny-who is doing very well.

my Granny's sister has all so died not long ago.

xox