PapaWhen my grandma passed away my grandpa was heartbroken...he packed him and his dog up and moved to the country to live in isolation. My family tried to visit him as much a possible but between work, school and just life in general, we just didn't go up to see him enough as I think we should have. This man was my world as a little kid...wed fall asleep together watching jarassic park and sit on the kitchen floor eating ice cream, we'd go on walks and take trips to the beach and we shared a passion; animals. I remember sitting at the table and cutting out pictures of animals and making posters, he'd tell me random facts about them...I loved that :')
But when my grandma passed after a long struggle with cancer my grandpa changed...he became angry, he had worked to hard to keep her with us, we made a garden, he got a therapy dog for her, he stood by her side and she still passed...and I grew up and lived life. We'd go up to visit him and his dog Sam during the summer and pick raspberries with my step mom. But over the last year Sam died...the dog bought to heal my deseased grandmother, lived a long life and passed of old age. My grandpa was left alone again...I think he felt that when Sam died my grandma was finally really gone to him and he shot himself..unable to live alone anymore my grandpa ended his life.
RIP papa <3 we love you