I am now 15 almost 16 and I can recall being much of a different person a few years ago. Life a few years ago sure was better. Everything used to run smoother and people were rarely sad, but that was when I had my grandpa, he was a good man and a pastor at that. Everyone loved him; he was always there to cheer up people and to give advice to them.
             I remember going to church veer Sunday, not only to hear about God and all of that, but because my grandpa and my grandma went. Grandma was always with him where ever he went; they were like one; they loved each other so dearly. I remember that my grandpa really wanted to be an evangelist, so that he could travel and preach the word (the Bible) to others, but he always seemed to get stuck to churches for long periods of time. All the churches loved to hear him preach because my grandpa was a whole hearted Christian and believed in what he was saying!
             I can also remember fun days with him and of course my grandma. One day we all went to Lake Tahoe to go fishing, I was a little girl and I sure wasn't the best fisher. I was such a clumsy fisher that I had accidentally caught my grandpa on his shirt twice; boy-o-boy was that a funny day.
             My grandpa was the light of my family, when he was around the mood of the house seemed to be more cheerful and more alive. To me my grandpa was invulnerable and nothing could ever happen to him, but I guess that I was wrong. I remember when the happiness of the house was starting to fade because my grandpa was sick. We all thought that he had an ordinary flu or something, but since my grandpa was a hard head and never wanted to go to the doctor we didn't know for sure. One day he just couldn't take it any more, so he went to the hospital. Me I didn't take it as a big deal until we all went up there to see him. I went into his room thinking that he just had some little sickness or something, but then I say him laying there motionless with...