My Granpa died a year ago... in my arms... while I was carrying him to the car that shouldve carried him to the hospital. He had a 3 months terminal cancer, he had lost like 20 kg, he had the most poorly drawn figure i´ve ever seen... But the think that I keep in mind is that, just the moment before being critical, he asked me for my hand, looked at me at my eyes and smiled. He never stopped smiling, even with a 3 months terminal cancer.

And I dont thumbwhore that... If you would really love him so much, you would be thinking of him instead of writing stupid posts about him. This really fucking pissed me off. Faggot.