So much bad in so little time...

Not only am I in a disturbed state of denial, my Grandpa is gone...

So much bad . . .

I wondered the last couple of nights, what I could've done to ease the suffering, yet I didn't do anything... I feel so ashamed that I wasn't there to begin with, and to think the couple of days before this fucking tragic event happened, you made me laugh, and smile...

Why.

Why.

Why must death happen...

...

And those 'dreams' I had before... were they the SIGN I was being warned about...?