It's been one month.

I was reading my older posts...I still miss you grandpa. I can't believe that when I go home for spring break that you're not going to be there. I wish I could have seen you one more time. I wish you got better...I love you. I will visit your grave when I go back home, I promise. When I look into the sky, I know you're looking down on me.
I love you.


Help me through everything.