>Be few weeks ago
>At some kind of run down auction with Stepdad waiting on Stepbrother (He lives with his mother, Stepdad picks him up bi-weekly)
>Stepbrother arrives, so we are just basically waiting on Stepdad to finish up with his bidding, so we can head on home
>Stepdad comes running out "Get in the truck, We gotta go now. Grandpa has had a heart attack."
>We are about a hour or so away from home, so the whole ride back I'm in full panic mode. Keep in mind that I've never experienced a death before that wasn't a pet
>Get to hospital. My family are all in hospital chapel
>Hugs get passed around, get told that Grandpa is in surgery
>Mom tells me that Grandpa was cutting up and flirting with nurses before the they took him in
>Lol nice Grandpa
>We are there for about 3 hours, when the doctors come out, saying they need to speak with my mom
>Tell them she went outside to smoke.
>5 seconds later We hear my mom scream "My daddys dead!"
>Grandma starts freaking out "He's gone?! He's gone?!" Twin and Uncle are holding her as she cries
>Doctors come in and tell us that he didn't make it, he just kept having heart attacks
>I feel sick, don't know what to do so I start to walk outside, Mom is out there crying, Youngerbro is just looking at the ground
>"Anon come here." Stepdad tries to hug me, but i step back
>"It's okay, sweetie" Pulls me into a hug
>I start bawling and saying I wished I helped him with the tv, That I wished I hugged him before I left, along with other junk
>About 20 or so minutes later of crying and comforting each other Stepdad takes my brothers and sister in law home. I'm sitting in hospital hall with Grandma, Uncle is saying goodbye to Grandpa in private
>I'm completely scared
>I want to say goodbye, I know I'll regret it if I didn't, but I didn't realize how scared I'd be to see his body
>Uncle comes out and takes Grandma and I back to see him
>Looking at ground when we enter. Grandma starts crying again and lays her head on his chest, she tells my Uncle to get Grandpas wedding ring
>Uncle cries while he struggles to remove it
>I walk to the other side and hold Grandpas hand, too scared to look at his face
>Silently crying realizing I'll never be called "Indian Princess" again or have him jump scare me
>Finally gather courage to look at him
>Oh god his eyes are open
>Fight the fright and just look at him
>Lean over and kiss the cheek of the man who raised me, tell him goodbye then leave
Hope you're doing well, Grandpa.