Today is a day that I have feared for a very long time. My grandpa fruit passed away in his sleep last night. My grandma found him this morning. I'm heartbroken. He was an instrumental figure in my life. My whole life. I love him. We had a similar way at looking at things sometimes. Growing up we didn't like shopping but we were there in Ft Wayne at Target, shopping with the family. He and I would get popcorn and go out to the van and listen to dammit ray. Or ray stevens.
I feel horrible. Most of everyone says that's great he went in his sleep on his terms. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I would have liked to say goodbye. I got to busy or wrapped up or whatever and didn't call him on his birthday this year. Everyone is telling me not to worry about it and that isn'twhat he would remember about me but that's what I remember. I messed up and i can't wish him happy birthday ever again.
I love you grandpa and I already miss you so much. I can't believe I won't be able to talk to you again.
