Amery B.--My grandpa & my sister

     When I was eight my grandpa died from cancer. He was sixty. He had been fighting cancer for a while and he seemed to get better but then his condition dropped and it was terrible. I remember going to the hospital to visit him and barely recognizing him. He was so skinny and just didn't look like my grandpa.  I miss him so much. Although he was quiet, I would give anything to hear him speak again. After he had died my mom called their phone and heard my grandpa talking on the voicemail and she said her heart stopped. She started crying. The voicemail is still set to him talking. When my grandpa died my mom had just been talking to my grandma not long before. After my mom hung up my grandma called crying and just said he had died. My mom started crying, too. My grandpa's last words to my grandma were, "I love you Kay," and then he died.  My mom came to talk to us and after we found out the whole house way crying for days. My mom wrote the poem for his funeral and we still have it framed in the hallway, with a thing of wheat and a picture of him. It was hard for anyone to believe he had died. Now we always put potato chips on our hamburgers because that is what my grandpa did. Potato chips were his all time favorite.

     I also have another sister who died when she as three months old. I never got to see her. My parents were on their way to surprise my grandma and a semi hit them. My sisters brain shook too hard and my sister, Rylea, died. The worst part was my dad was in a coma when she died so he woke up wondering where Rylea was. My mom had to explain to him what happened.