• Who cares if your not my dad?

    Your the one who acts like you are. I guess that heaven needed another angel. They just couldn't wait. But I guess I am greedy in the fact that I want you to be here with me and not there. I know that the place you are in now is better, no pain, no sorrow.

    But did you have to rip my heart into so many pieces? I love you Grandpa. You were are my hero, my best friend and my angel.

    I remember waking up on October 28th, 2009, I got out of bed and went downstairs, I logged onto facebook and saw my mom's post from the night before, it said that you left for heaven. I didn't cry, not then. Now I do, I cry every day.

    I remember the wake, I remember looking into the open casket and not even recogninzing the person within, the make-up, the odd outfit and the weird hairdo. Everyone was crying. 700 people came to see you off on that night.

    And the funeral, I cried the entire time. I sat next to my mom and my aunt.

    The pain is so horrible, it hurts so badly. My chest hurts, literally. I remember the last time I talked to you, on the phone in the school office, I was trying not to cry as I told you that I loved you and that it was okay to let go. Now I want you back. I want to feel your arms wrapped tight around me, your voice kind and comforting, smelling of crisp sunday cologne.

    How come I can't picture your face? How come I only see you in my dreams? Why did the angels take you so soon?

    I miss and love you.