Okay! Since December 7th had pasted last week my grandpa has been dead for 4 years. I wrote a story thingy so I guess I can post that

 

 

There is one hour left till school was over. She was getting nerves and sad about going to her grandparents house to say her final good-bye to her grandpa because he was dying and they expected him to die that weekend. Everyone was going to go over to their house for a prayer service for him because they wanted him to die peacefully. But little did she know, she was going to get picked up from school early because her grandpa had took a turn for the worst and they were having the prayer service early because they new he was going to die that same day. As she walks down the hall, she wonders why she was leaving school so early, and she got to her parents and they told her that grandpa was going to die really soon and her parents told her that the priest who was giving the prayer service was at the house now, which meant her and her brother and sister had gotten picked up from school early. As they drove to her grandparents house, no one talked, everyone was really quit and didn’t say a word to each other. When they got to her grandparents house they were told when they were in the room, they were not allowed to let grandpa see them cry. Her grandma told them that if they have to cry, then they have to leave the room so grandpa doesn’t get sad. As the night went on she couldn’t stop crying because she new he was dying. As the night went on he had gotten worse and her cousins from Florida were on there way, and by this time it was dark out. While her sister was outside with her boyfriend and his friend, she was inside with her little cousin because he wasn’t allowed to know what was going on. He asked her why everyone was crying so much and because she couldn’t tell him the truth she told him that everyone is crying because its purl harbor day and it was a really sad day for grandma and grandpa. Then she went outside with her sister because she needed to get out of the house for a little while. While they were outside her grandfathers neighbor, who lives downstairs from her grandparents came outside. They were talking about how great her grandfather was. All of a sudden she saw her dad running down the stairs crying and from that point they new that her grandfather had died. So then they had to go back inside to comfort their family. They were all inside and then maybe, not even 10 minutes later after her grandpa died, her cousins from Florida arrived at the house. They didn’t know that their grandfather had died and that they never got to say good-bye to him before he passed away until they got into the house. After her grandfather died they were around the house for a while and by that time it was late. So her and her family went home for the night. The next morning they woke up early and they went back to her grandmas house because her father had to help with the arrangements and stuff like that. So the kids stayed at the house and the adults had stuff to do outside of the house. Then on Sunday they spent the day at her grandmas house again because the adults had to finish making arrangements. Come Monday, her and her brother and sister did not go to school that day because it was the wake. The wake was really hard for her because all her family was there crying and talking about him. And all she could do was cry. Then on Tuesday her and her brother and sister didn’t go to school because that day was her grandfathers funeral and the burial. That day was the hardest day of all. At the church there were so many people. Mainly people in uniform because he was a firefighter. On the way to the burial sight they drove past his house, his fire house where they rang the bell as they drove past. They got to the burial sight and it was cold at that time because it was December. She stayed close to her family at that time because they were all crying and they were all upset. All she could do was cry. After that, they went back to her grandmothers house for some food and then her and her family went home because they had school the next day. After that day on December 7^th 2001 she lost her Hero. She lost a person who she loved so much. She lost a person who can never be forgotten because that person was her grandfather. That person was a loving son, a loving husband, a loving father of 4, and a loving grandfather of 9, and a loving person who is missed by many.

This person is my grandpa. This person is my hero. This person is a man who I miss very much. My grandpa went through a lot in his life and showed me that I could do anything I set my mind to. My grandpa is someone that I will never forget. To this day I can hear his voice, I can hear him calling my name like he used to do when I would say hello to him when I walked into his house. My grandpa is and always will be my grandpa and my hero.

R.I.P. James Stuhlinger, December 7^th 2001.
It has been 4 years and I have not stopped crying
Over the fact that he is no longer with us.

ya! thatz my story  I wrote it myself so ya,,

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