Dear Grandpa...

I cried again today. Thinking about you. I lost myself in memories.

I thought about all the times that I made you mad. And all the things you had to fix because of me.

I wish so hard that you had waited just a few more moments. Then everything would be fine.

I thought about that day in May, when you weren't careful. And we all rushed to see you in the hospital.

You had always been so strong to me, but when I saw you in that bed with all the machines hooked up to you, I broke down and cried.

I'm crying right now, as I write this to you. I can almost hear the beeping going off, we had thought you had a few more hours.

Then you died. Right there in front of me. It ripped my heart to pieces. That day, was my last with you. I'm sorry, Grandpa, that I didn't say I love you. Cause I do.

To: Roy E. Larsen R.I.P
October 22, 1929 - May 15, 2005