well i got the phone call lastnight about my grand father passing away. He was 83 years old and he was hit with parkinson's and alzheimer's about 5 years ago. My mom and my family did our best to spend time with him and to be around him from that point on, But i was very close to my grandfather. I am 34 years old and the oldest grand child he had so i got to spend a lot of time with him. the news hit me lastnight in a weird way at first i was kind of happy that he was not suffering anymore, because he got that shake and stumble and was always falling and hurting himself from the parkinson. i was sad at first. After about 2 hours after his death it hit me and it took me out. I started thinking about all the great times we had and all the things he has taught me and ibroke down and cried. My eyes where so read they hurt. I couldn't talk to my mom because she was crying so much i couldn't stand it. I woke up this morning saying i could go to work for one more day because the services dont begin until Sunday but when i woke up all i thought about was my grand father. So i stayed home and meet up with my family to be with them. We laughed we cried we shared memories of "pop". So over all i am ok i am working on making a photo story of my grand father but i figured i share with you guys!
he always called me his WWF champ
