14 years and 1 day ago, I was on the phone with my grandpa who had told my family he was too tired and it was too cold to go on a camping trip I had gotten restricted from going on. They were going to leave me behind with a neighbor because I failed math. He made up not feeling well so that we would reschedule it for when I could go. I told him I loved him and we laughed at our little plan and how it had worked. 14 years ago today, at this hour. I was on a plane to see his dead body. Every other year I miss the anniversary. On the 23rd I freak out and am like, OMG, he has been gone this n this many years. But this year is different. Up until now I had him for over half my life but as of today he's been gone longer then half of it. I miss his face, his silver hair, his deep laugh and the person my dad was before he lost HIS father. I hope that someone loves me so much someday that when I die, they feel the pain so long after. I'm glad I'm able to feel this way. I'm alive.