idk what to title this
Not gonna be much structure to this post or grammar idc I just wanna write it
About like six years ago summer of grade ten I don’t remember at this point but I was in Bosnia visiting family and I bought a laptop to do summer school while I was there and my grandfather, my moms father was sick he had prostate cancer I believe and I spent the whole summer cooped up in my room watching Netflix and barely doing school work and a month and a half passed in a flash and I remember the last day before we left to the airport we went to go see him and he asked me why I didn’t come see him much, I told him don’t worry deda (grandpa in Bosnian) I’ll see you next year, he said to me he won’t be around next year. Three months later he passed away
Every time I think of this story I cry
I cry like a fucking faggot
Snot is dripping from my nose right now as I type this like I’m some kind of fucking retard
I would give everything I have I would sacrifice anything I am going to gain in the future just to speak to him one more time and apologize
Inshallah I will see him in the next life