I remember the days when we would make random trips up to see you. 

The times we would sit there and play as you would sit in the chair outside just admiring your grandchildren.

As the years went on the sicker you got and the more confused I got, as to why you had to carry a tank behind you everywhere you went, why you had chords all over your face and why you never smiled anymore. 

I was always so excited to see you though no matter your condition. I can honestly say you were my best friend. 

All the Christmas's spent with you and you would always have a cute gift for me.

I remember all the laughs we would get together or the times I would sit at your bed and try to hold in all my tears as I knew your death was slowly approaching. 

But what I remember most vividly is the last time I saw you. I was questioning if it would be the last time but I kept telling myself it wasn't going to be. 

Sitting beside you in bed telling funny stories and watching the news, laughing nonstop and getting my cuddle time with you.  

Leaving you that day had to of been one of the hardest days of my life...

I remember getting in the car and holding all my tears in for that trip home and going into my room and just letting them all out. 

The day that will forever be the worst day of my life is the day I found out that you went up to heaven.

I remember dropping to the ground in tears denying the truth. 

I then remember being reminded that you are much healthier now and you'll always be with me and that me being sad is the last thing that you'll ever want. I have my days where all I do is think about you and cry but I also think about you every day and smile. 

I miss you more than ever Grandpa and I can't wait to see you some day.