I was 14 when I lost my grandfather. Before this day, I used to wonder what it would feel like to lose someone. Now I feel like a complete idiot. Knowing how it feels. I didn't even know how much I loved him or should have valued him until I lost him.
I think the hardest part for me was to accept that he was gone. It was harder because I didn't get to talk to him everyday. So it was easier thinking that I would talk to him in a few days. You know the saying that if you don't grow form the pain it will make you bitter. Well it took me over a year to realise that.copyright protection34ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYH9N0RUO0
I would go to school upset, sometimes cry or have an anxiety breakdown. All I wanted was someone to understand the kind of pain I was in. No one could. Yet I think that's the main reason it took more than a year to get better. I mean I can never completely be okay, ever. But without my mother I don't think I would have even healed. copyright protection34ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfTm9FW6nE
While the flesh wound is gone. I think the cut was too deep. So this scar still remains. The funny thing is, it doesn't look ugly at all. In a way i think my grandpas death was a good thing. He finally might be in a place where he isn't in pain or really sick. copyright protection34ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SJXhkmB7A
This scar is for life. Yet I think that I can learn a lot from it. That I need to stop wondering and start living. That those who give you their utmost love, it's vital you give the same love back. You live once, live it. copyright protection34ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83yPdlP5fE
Regret isn't worth a single penny. No one who truly loves/ loved you would want that. copyright protection34ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5FTZ13EX91
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