My grandfather, wow, where do I even begin? This pain in my heart is just too real. I knew his time was coming, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. I tried to prepare myself for when the time would come, little did I know, you can never be prepared enough. My grandpa was very loved. He had a heart of gold. He never did anyone wrong. He did what he could to help you, even when he couldn’t help himself. One thing I will always remember is his sense of humor. He always had a joke to tell and you couldn’t help but laugh. I still don’t know how he knew all those jokes and tongue twisters. Just like saying this so fast and clearly “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where’s the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked?” That was the last tongue twister I heard from him before he passed away. My grandpa always made sure he knew how his children, grandchildren, 

and others were doing. I remember last January when I was in the hospital for 3 weeks, he would call me at night before I went to bed just to let me know he loved me and that I could make it. He would tell about the Bible and made sure I prayed. Getting those calls really helped me. I knew I wasn’t alone. Two weeks ago, when I went to visit him, he said “Veronica, how are you?” I said “Im okay.” And you know what he said? He said, “You’re not going to tell me the truth, are you?” I just gave him a nervous smile. I didn’t want to tell him the truth. I didn’t want him even more stressed out. But now I wish I did tell him. Those words keep playing in my head. Maybe he would’ve felt a little more at peace on his journey home to heaven, if he knew I could open up to him. Ive always wanted to tell him how I really felt. But you know what, he’s watching over me now. Now I know I need to change. I want him to look down at me and be proud of me. I don’t want him seeing me break down, being in hospitals, and doing things to myself I shouldn’t be doing. I know he doesn’t want me living like this. I never opened up to my family about what I go through, but now I think I should start speaking up. Even If it hurts me. I think my grandpa would want me to talk.