Pool Time

My grandpa died in 2008 march 7th. It was a very big tragedy. My mom and I were just about to start volleyball practice, and we got a phone call from my grandma. I answered, and she was crying and then I knew exactly what had happened. She asked to talk to my mom, and I saw that tear run down her face, and I knew that it was grandpa.

We went home, and waited for my dad to do chores, and then we were on our way to Iowa City. When we got there we walked into the waiting room, and my whole family was there. They were all crying, as well as us, the nurse came out with him on the gurney. She told us, that he wasn't going to make it 24 hours... But he lived for 3 more days. Every day we got to go see him, and every time we got to see him, it felt like he was going to be ok. But, no one wanted to tell me that it wasn't going to be ok. We slept in the waiting room the first night, then went home and got some sleep, and then went back.

It was a sunny day when he died, and it was a sunny day when I saw him again... I was at a family friend's house, in their pool. No one else was in it but me. I went under water to find by surprise, his face! He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Then I came up for air. I went back down to sadly find that he wasn't there. I kept repeating that, until I finally gave up. But I never gave up on believing in him.

Believe in what you see!

R.I.P - Grandpa Dick

I love you!

JoJean