By: R.I.P Pa, <3 ya !
Virginia, Grade: 6

My grandpa died October 5, 2007. It's hard how to describe how. He was a tow-truck driver. He was hooking up to a bus. After that I dont know how to explain. But, i was at my campground when i found out. I was spending the weekend with my aunt. And my mom came like a day early. I didnt know why. I was laughing because she said we had to go home. I thought she was kidding. Then she told me and my sister that Pa had and accident and he didnt make it. I thought i cried all of my tears. It was the quietest hour ride ever. I was in shock. Sometimes when i think about it i have flashes like i see it when we were at the viewing, my mom telling me, and at the burial. I never saw my dad cry, except once. You can guess when and why. My mom told me he wished he went and got the bus that night. Sometimes i wonder what it would be like if he never went and got the bus that night. I wonder if he would still be here, and if family things would be different. I think about him all the time. But it is good to know he is in a better place. And he has seen my brother again. (My brother died when he was 3 of cancer, i wasnt born). One day i will see them again someday to. But for now, i miss them very much. They will always be in my heart, forever and always.