My Great Grandpa...

I still remember the most depressing moment in my family's life. We heard the news through a phone call. I can still see the image in my mind in slow motion. Everyone was in the living room crying.  I kept asking my parents and sister what was going on. But it wasn't until later they told me the words I never imagined I would hear. My great grandpa has moved on. I had a hollow feeling in my heart. I felt empty inside. But what was running through my mind just made it worse.

I still cry about it when ever I hear the song that reminds me of him. I also think about how my family and I were here in the United States, and he was in Mexico when my great grandpa had died, and had to hear it through a phone call. But the worst thing is. I was a baby when he saw me. I don't remember what he looks like, what his voice sounds like. I don't remember anything about him and I hate the idea of that. But it's still nice to know that when he did see me. He loved me, and that's all that matters to me.

Even though my great grandpas passing happened a few years ago. I still get very emotional and cry when ever I talk about it. He will be in my heart always.