Well...I was at my best friend's house Saturday eating chinese food, it was probably like 7 at night. When my friend's phone rang, it was my mom, so I was talking to her happy and bubbley like I always am, then after she told me my gramma was looking for me she told me that my grandpa had passed. I was in shock, I said but he was was just a little fine, like it wasn't that bad, I was quiet for a second. My mom said hello and I was like yeah. She said you sound all depressed, say hi to everybody (she put the phone on speaker) I said hi quietly. My sis said I sounded all sad now. My friend was still eating her food then noticed I was quiet, I started fanning my eyes trying to keep the tears from coming. My mom put my sister on the phone and she kept calling me but I couldn't anwser I was to choked up. Then the tears stared falling down my face and my friend got up and came over to me. I finally anwsered my sister with my voice cracking. She said it was gonna be alright and don't cry, save it for the funeral. She started making jokes to make me laugh.

After I hung up with them I sat at the table crying, My friend asked what happened, it took me a second then I finally told her that my grandpa had died. She wasd like wow that's crazy i'm so sorry. I didn't say anything, was to hurt. So I cleaned my plate off closed up my food and went upstairs sniffling. Jazmine said she would meet me up there when she got done. A few minutes later I was in her room sitting down and I heard her mom and dad ask her what happened, why I went upstairs crying, Jazmine told them what had happened. About an hour later Jazmine had me laughing feeling a little better, while was doodling an angel type thing. Her mom came in and asked if I was ok, I told her I was fine.

After all that my gramma called and wanted me to stay the night with her. Jasmine's mom gave her condolences and I left to my gramma's.

I was at her house from Saturday night til' Sunday night, where there was non-stop people coming from m grandpa's part of the family. Lot's of food.

Now I have to wait to the funeral to see him one last time. I don't wanna go, I dislike funerals. But, my grandma is making go, and she wants me to read obiturary cards and stuff.

R.I.P Gerald Jonhson

I'll always love you and miss you.