2003-02-13 6:04 PM
my grandad died





Behind the eye-shadow.
And the long brushed hair.
There's a sign on my heart.
Saying "Handle with Care."
My Grampa [ ODAU ] was a great man. He is full of laughs and great memories and great meories.Since he did have any sons to carry his last name, I was given his last name in rememberance of him. Every year for the holidays, everyone one in my family would flock to my grandparents' house for a good time. When I was 7, I moved to Oregon. Sometimes during the summer, I would go and see my family down in California. I would have a splended time.

When it was time for bed, he would come in the room, sit on the end of the bed and tell me stories of his life while he was growing up. I would listen and ocasetionaly ask quetions. After the "show and tell" ended, he would tuck me in and kiss me on the for head and say good night.
The last night he was in "good spirits" was on October 2002. he had said the he misses us dearly and he wishes they he would come and visit us soon. But sadly he was too sick.

In Feburary of 2003 we had a phone call from grandma saying we better come to California. On Feburary 13, he died. The whole family was morning his death. Hailey and little Micheal was 1 and 2 at the time this happened. Poor cousin Hailey innocently asked me;

"Why is every body crying?" Micheal had the same sad _expression on his face,as did Hailey. I didnt know how to respond. Both my sister and I stared at each other not knowing if they knew what death is.

" Come here, sweetie. Let me hold you." Hailey climed into my lap. lauren picked up Micheal and we both held them close. The poor little angels have known grandpa for a short period of time, yet I knew him for 14 years.

When I was 15 years old, I had a dream. We were all geting ready for the funiral. We we head to our cars to go to the church, everything got bury, and without of no where, someone called my name. I turned around and there i saw my grandpa.

He said;
'' Hi Sara Genette (the 'Gene' of Genette is my grandma's middle name)." He gave me a big hug and said he misses me and the family. Then I woke up.
That's the first dream I had since his death. From that momemt and for the rest of my life, he would be with us in our hearts. I am 16 now, and his memories will stay in my soul for as long as I live.