So my grandpa passed away on Friday. Like 2:49am. And I miss him so much. We also can’t make ends meet now because we relied on his money that he got to be able to afford the house. Grandma is taking this very hard. We went to the funeral place the other day to discuss arrangements.

I don’t want to believe that he is actually gone.
It hurts so much to admit that my grandfather is gone.
Everyone keeps telling me that he’s in a better place and that he’s not in pain anymore but that doesn’t take away my pain.
I just hurt so much. And I need my grandpa. It’s not even the money. I just have grown so attached to my papa. To my protector.
Now he’s gone and our little family is coming undone.