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I don't even know what to write, my grandpa, the toughest man i know, is dead. He died in a horrible hospital room which smells of death. All year long ive been thinking to visit him. Thoughts like "maybe next year" or "when im not in tkd" or "when i have more time". Well today was a painful lesson that one has to make his own time for his freinds and family.
I remember doing so many things with grandpa, shooting that old pellet rifle, gardening, swimming, skating, he let me steer the truck when i was little, and sometimes he even played video games with me. I will never forget the good times, but i wish that he still had his last glass of scotch, i wish we could have had christmas together like we always did, I wish i could have had a conversation with him without him fighting for breath, strapped to a table with plugs and needles in him like someone from the matrix.
So merry christmas grandpa, werever you are. wether there is no life after this or your kicking satans a**, or even if you cut in line at heaven and got in past customs, i want to wish you a merry christmas and even if we will never see each other again i love you and will always remember you.