as i think about my grandpa
i wonder how it would be if i was in his situation
i feel like its so complicated to understand why he had to get sick when i was gone
sometimes i wish we could switch spots with eachother
everytime i think about him or write about him i wanna cry
but i just sigh and maybe one day he will recover from the pain he is going through
i wish that my grandpa could just come home and let me take care of him
each day i wake up, its like another day of pain i go through
its so insane
living life without him is so hard
sometimes i wonder if i go and sit with him everyday would he be okay
its really hard for me to say
i love that old man, if like he was my father
why bother even talking to my family about it
they dont understand my pain
if something ever happened to him
i would lose my mine
i would wanna die
crying is not gonna help with nothing
maybe i need to get on my knees and pray
i know everything will be okay
until that day i wont be okay
since my grandpa has been sick my life has been a total wreck
what can people expect
i hope that one dayy he will get better and come home
i miss him so much
lord why did it have to be my grandpa
why couldnt i have been there for him
what are you tryin to tell me