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Best buds

by amber-rush

My Grandpa might not be a super hero, but he's my hero. He's a soldier who's had to conquer many battles He's a fighter and someone who loves with all of his heart. He's the "claw", and a best bud Someone who may not function like everybody else but is able to bluntly tell it like it is. I wanted him to be the one who walked me down the aisle on my big day. God has made other arrangements for him. It's hard loosing someone who's your fatherly figure, who stepped up when no one else would I sit alone crying, thinking, hoping, praying. My heart is so heavy and I don't know what to do or who to turn to. I was 10 at my last funeral. I'm now 21, I'm scared to face death, have it look me in the eyes like everything will be okay. To sit in a crowd of black; I'm not ready for those things. He's my best bud, my claw, the one who tells me he wants to see me graduate. My motivation for success. I'm crying now, and I just need saved. Please save me, hold me tight, tell me it's okay. I really wish God would let him stay.
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Nov 14, 2015
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