I... just lost my grandpa....... s-so... on Friday he was having heartburn... we-we didn't think anything of it.... I was coloring right next to him... he was fine....t-then.... it's probably 2:20 something, the next day {Saturday} he's puked on his shirt which isn't normal since he can't swallow (we feed him with a tube) a-and he kept puking with diarrhea all over the place... he cant walk so he's stuck in bed....a-and.. my dad was stressing the heck out, I was worried, he NEVER pukes....I was sent to my room, and I started pacing, crying, breathing heavy, and I couldn't calm down. s-so we called 911... they took him to the VA... a-and they stabilized him and found out he needed surgery.... we couldn't do it because he wasn't healthy enough... so Saturday night my mom,dad, uncle, and aunt (And my other crappy uncle who didn't ever see my grandpa.. pathetic a-hle....) told him they loved him and told my grandpa, who ever since I was like one called him Ka-Ka, and my mom told him "Brooke will always remember you as her Ka-Ka.." and that I loved him and cared about him so much.... then they took the tubes allowing him to breathe out, he took his last breaths, died peacefully. I found out today while eating a salad I didn't finish, so my dad came in, and said "Mama has to talk with you when she gets home." I said, "Why? What happened?" He hesitated, and said, "He's not..." "He's not coming home." He could barely look at me, and looked outside.Now I've been crying nonstop....I regret not spending more time with him.....
