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Memories of you

Every time I think about him, my mind just wanders off, not wanting to think about him. The tears would roll off my face and wrinkles would develop beneath my frown. It's only been half a year, plus two months. Even now, after so much time, you'd think I'd have more control over my feelings, but sadly, that's not the case. If I didn't restrain myself as much as I already do, then I'd be kicking and screaming, crying and punching, a total meltdown.

If you were there, his last hour. Crying not to go home. Being told he'd be there tomorrow. Holding his hand wanting to call out to him, to scream into his ears not to go, but unable to utter a word, would you be calm? Could you handle the pain? If you've experienced a situation like this, you can sympathize with me. It's hard not to cry, even just silently. The tears just trickle down on their own. I have no control.

Before his funeral, we were looking for pictures of him. We found his old army days photos. Still in Black and White. He stood tall. He stood strong. Our grandfather of ninety-four, who no longer could walk on his own. Who no longer had the energy to use the restroom. Who was embarrassed to ask for help. The man that I've loved dearly for taking care of me. When I think about all the things he's done for me, and the ungrateful things that I thought while he was around. Those rare times he asked me for help, asking myself, "Why me? It's always me." He asked me, because he loved me the most. I'm the baby of the family. I'll always be loved. I've lost so many things when he was gone. My grades were failing, I had no energy to continue sports; I was pretty much a empty shell.

Of all my memories, my grandfather never cried. He was a happy man, but also a strict one. He guided us, his grandchildren, all our lives. Checking if we were sleeping at night, asking us if we ate are meals, praising us for our achievements; he did everything you could ever ask for.

This man, my hero, my grandfather, is someone I won't forget. He's an inspiration beyond comprehension. He's lost so much, but at the same time gained even more. I love you. Rest in Peace.

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