Originally Posted by
Bulletron
My grandfather just died. Fuck.
Hang on there buddy.
When I was 6 I lost my grandfather. He used to smoke around 16 packs of cigarettes a day, he would take me to festivals, thrill rides, Disney Land and cruises. Then one day we were sitting down at home and my Mom took me to the beach, when I got back my grand father wasn't there and my family was crying. I then asked "What happened", they said he was in the hospital. We went to go visit him and he started telling me stories about heaven and how we would be happy there, forever. I cried the whole night. 4 days later, he passed away, doctors said that the cause of death was unknown, but they suspected that it was from his smoking addiction. I cried every night for the past 2 years after he passed.
I once almost killed myself because of depression, I just wanted to be with him again and go do all the fun stuff we did together. I ended up not killing myself after I thought that he wouldn't want me to end it that way. But now I have the best friends I could ever think of (including you guys), they always got my back when I needed and always give me my space when I need it.
The whole point here is, that I'm always here for you buddy.