It was a rainy day and I was 7. My grandpa died two days ago. I was so angry and because I loved him so much, but I couldn't go to his funeral, I didn't want to see him dead. Now I regret that. I should be there, I wish I was there, I shouldn't be angry at all because my grandpa died, but I couldn't, because he was the only one who really understood me. I should spent much more time with him, especially that I knew he was sick and he had to die, but in the last moments of his life I wasn't there. I wish I could bring him back to life, I wish I could have at least one day to spend with him. I should've told him how much I loved him. It was my best friend, I wish I could told him. I'm praying for you grandpa.
