Back in 2004, i was just 7 years old. I lost the most special person to me in the world. Hes name was Lawerence (lol) Easton. He was my grandfather, kind, caring, considerate and most of all loving. Him and my nan were heaven to me. They treated me the way i felt so secure and happy.
he had a fight belly and i used to snuggle myself on him, i felt secure in his hands. he loved football very much the only cleaning he ever did was when a football match began (he supported west ham) he would get up and wipe the tv with his pocket hanky and sit back down and watch the match.
He use to love cutting the meat when we had a roast on sundays, i was playing with my barbies when my mum walked in crying her eyes out when she told em the knew i cried for days non-stop. i felt dead inside my life ripped out of me, she handed me a video of scooby-doo and told me 'give this too the kids and tell them i said goodbye' is what he told her.
whenever something bad in my life happens i think about him and beg to god to take my life so i ust be with him, i think to myself that hes in my room sometimes just for a bit of comforting. Losing someone as special from my life as my Grandfather makes me feel insecure and vulnerable, he was the manliest man i ever knew. No-one in this god forsaken world can be the amount he meant to me.
Now i just hope when my times come he be there to see me. | |
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