Everything good in me was put there by my grandfather. He was my only true father figure. I owe him everything good in me.
He passed away while I was taking a nap. My grandmother woke me up to tell me the bad news. I rushed downstairs to see him. His eyes were slightly open, but there was nothing in them. I sat by his side, holding his rapidly cooling his hand, staring into his blank eyes, hoping to see something of himself in them, never succeeding.
I hope that I lived up to your expectations. I love you forever and ever. I'm going to cry myself to sleep now.
Goodnight, Gramps. I hope to see you again on the other side, if there is another side. Thank you for saving me from Hell.