today is the first anniversary of grandpa Vovas death i still love you, grandpa and always will

it sounds nasty but when i was a child my grandparents were divided into four places. the last one was for my now dead grandpa Sasha (he died when i was in the first class). that was so just because he was hot-tempred and could yell at you if you did something wrong. anyway i love him and plan to make a website for him too. the next one was my granny Luda. i love her, really. she is caring and nice. but when i was a little girl i thought that she isn't the best granny my grandpa Vova was the next. he was a bit stubborn sometimes, so it was like this. granny valya was the first. i have loved her more that others because she is extremly patient and caring! i just wanted to say. i love them. it was so nasty to think so.

maybe it's a bit selfishly, but i'd like to start with a story how i knew about it. it was just a good day for me. as i now try to remember it was a monday. after school i went to the english lesson. i was glad. outside it was a bit cool but sunny. howewer i was frozen. and when i got to the lesson i asked my teacher to give me a cup of warm tea. while she was making it, i was calling to my dad to ask him to pick me up after english. he was a bit nervous and i thought he is in a bad mood. he refused to pick me up and i asked - why? he answered. he told: daddy Vova has died. i answered "i see" or something like that. dont really remember. but the one thing kept in my mind is that i was crying very inloud as i didnt want my teacher hear me. i'm so proud i could control myself and was serious and concentrated for all lesson. but when i was on my way home, the tears were coming streaming down my face. it was so painful to understand he's away, he's not here. and i didnt have a chance to see him alive just one more time. i was just.. stricken with grief. at home i saw not only my mum and dad, but also my grandmum. she was such a cinic. it was disgusting. about next day i remember almost nothing.