My step grand father, Jack.

On september 27th, 2002 my step grand father, jack died. I remember it perfectly to this day and will for the rest of my life. I was ten years of of age when he died and now I'm thirteen. Unlike most people it really affected me to see he was dead. It all started on the morning of September 27th, 2002 everything was normal except that my sister, Danielle and I were out of school for some teacher thing. That morning and earilyer after noon was fine, it wasn't untill three o clock of so that things got weird. I soon started to get a really bad feeling like something bad was going to happen. Little did I know that the bad feeling I was getting was right something bad was going to happen. Latter that day around four o clock or so my sister and I were back in my room. I was playing 'Spyro: Year Of The Dragon' and my younger sister was watching me. Soon, my sister went to get a drink and when she came back into the room at the time she told me that the police were out in the liveing room and that Jack was on the floor aswell my mom's now ex boyfriend, Wayne was talking to the police. I thought about going to check if he was alright, but I decided not to. About an half an hour or so later we had to go with Wayne to get my mom because her car had broken down near the Nutter Center. When we got to where her car had broken down Wayne got out of his truck and we were told to stay in the truck. Soo we did and we saw Wayne talking to my mom an her friend, Christy. But, we didn't know what they were talking about I figure they were talking about Jack. Soon Wayne got back in the truck and we headed to where my grandma worked and Wayne, Christy, and my mom went inside to talk to my grandma. Yet again my sister and I stayed in the truck. About twenty minutes later Wayne, Christy, my mom, my grandma, and one of my grandma's friends came out. We were told we were going to my grandma's friends house. I was about a thirty minute drive there. Once we got to her house we watched 'monters Inc.' After about an hour later mt grandma called and after they got off of the phone she took us to our grandma's house. When we got there we saw Wayne, my mom, and my grandma outside, but no Jack. I had the really bad feeling just getting stronger and asif that wasn't enough, my mom and grandma were cring and Wayne didn't look right. He looked like something was wrong... We got out of the car and went over to my grandma and asked her what was wrong. Her response was that our mom had something to tell us. So went went over to our mom and it was hard for her to stop cring long enough to tell us what had happend. When she fineally did it took me a minute or two to actully understand what she had said, but when I did it ws like a peiece of my soul had been ripped from my body and for the first time in my life I felt as if I was completely alone. I mean I knew I wasn't the only one who was morning his death, nobody else felt so bad to the ponit of them wanting to kill themself like I did. Not to awful long after we had died, our neighbor, Mariah came over and said that she was glad he was dead and had been wishing him dead. I tried to stay strong but it was hard. After a minute or two I ran into the house going into the bathroom I started to cry after closeing the door. My mom soon came in and asked me 'Chelsey what's wrong?' I said the only thing I could say, still cring. 'I miss him.' She came in and told me 'Everything will be ok.' I just looked at her, still cring. Soon I had calmed down.  her and her boyfriend at the time, Wayne had went to Lowes to get something, I don't know what though. Meanwhile my grandma was makeing funiril arangements. The funril was on October 1st. Over the next few days my close family came to town, my cousins and uncle from Illonois and my cousin fr St. Louis. On the 30th of September was the veieing, both were hard. But the funril was harder At the endof the funril I heard my mom screaming as she left. And I knew the way I saw Jack those past two days just wasn't the way I saw him. I somehow only cared about him for months after those days. Two pictures along with a ring had gone in his cascat with him. The ring was his grand mother's and the two pictures were of my sister and I.  As we made our way to the graveyard I knew one thing, I was blessed to know Jack the way I did. When we got there I looked at all the people, just wanting one thing to have the man that proved to care for me more then my own father did back. I believe to this day that although his time on earth was short that he made the most of his time. We were everything to him but what I loved most about him was that he always told me I could do whatever I wanted, disability or not. And a few years ago when I was in the hospitil I know he was watching over me. To this dat I know he's watching over me and will to the day I die. What else can I say? I loved him and I know her went to heaven and he's looking down on me proud of who I am and who I will become. He's part of what's kept me going. He's my guide and will always have a spot in my life, heart, mind, and soul. Like the song 'who you'd be today' says. 'I know we'll meet again someday.'