My Wonderful Grandfather

As I was growing up, I had an amazing Grandfather. Unfortunately, he passed away before I became I teenager. He passed away due to lung cancer, and I was so sad when I found out that he died. We were so close throughout my childhood, and I felt like I was being torn to pieces when he passed away. When I was little, he would let me pick what to watch whenever I visited him and Grandma. Since I have a visual impairment, I sat there close to the tv just watching the show. I remember how happy was when I visited. One of my deepest memories is when my mom, my brothers, and I were going to go up there to visit him and Grandma. I remember that it was a slippery road in the wintertime, and the truck rolled into a ditch. Rather being focused on the truck rolling off the road, I was crying because I spilled my chocolate shake that I got from Burger King. I know that the truck situation was a bigger deal, but for some reason I was craving chocolate at the moment. Despite that moment, I feel so glad that none of us got trapped in the truck and that we were all safe. I can't remember how we got out of the ditch, but thank goodness we didn't have to stay there all night in the cold harsh winter. I remember how I loved seeing Grandpa even though he was sick, but for some reason I was scared of the machine that helped him breathe. I'm not sure if it was the sound of it, or if it was just the machine. back before he got sick, I remember one time when we went camping. It was so much fun, and I wish i could experience that again. One time, I got lost and couldn't find my way home. I remember that Mom had to pick me up from the police station, and I was disciplined when we got home. I think that is when Grandma and Grandpa took me camping. Flash forward to when he was in the hospital, I was so sad for him and I hoped he would make it through. I kept thinking "Please stay with us Grandpa! I know you can make it through this!" Unfortunately, He passed away. When his funeral was held, I was so sad that i wanted to burst out crying. I thought I would be depressed because of his death for the rest of my life, but I'm still going strong now. Ever since that sad time, I remember him deeply. I keep him in my heart, and I know he is still with me. I get emotional about the memories, but I try to remember that he is in a better place. He means a lot to me, and every day I talk to him as if he is right by my side. When I am in my room, I talk to him in my sleep and I talk to his spirits as he protects me throughout the night. I miss him deeply, but he still remains with me deep inside.