hi guys, only a few know about this, but my grandfather died of massive heart attack at 6:42pm EST. i was his only grandson. he gave me strength to become bold from who i was and i lived with him for 4 years. 4 years of happy moments, but now he’s gone. i started scratch not because i wanted to check it out, i wanted to impress him and my mom with what other things i can do. he liked my drawings, determination, and personality. he was so nice and comedic, like HOW, just how can this happen. but today, january 17th, 2025, my mom just got out of work to go to my grandfather’s house to go check on him. she texted in my mini-family-group chat that he started being unresponsive so she called 911. they tried to get a pulse and one of my uncles did cpr on him, but he didn’t make it. so, my mom shared the announcement that he died. few feets away from my room, i heard my 2 sisters crying miserably.. and i am still trying not to cry as of right now. this day has made a horrible turn. so i’m going to fight, cry, and strive for my grandfather.
