The Death Date
the living days
my great grand father treated me like i was his own son. He helped me out so much that he would even claim me as his own son
I asked myself over and over how well i survive without him here in my presents , how well i be able to cummunicate with him what do i do ?
The Finall straw
I was the las t grand child to hold his hand after he left the world at 3:15 , Hes hands were cold as ice cubes his face was very pale and purple he was postion like a fish with no water