As promised, this is my post for The Golden Sky Blogfest.
I had a really crappy day, so this post is actually what I needed. I need to let it all out, so thank you Elisa for giving me this chance. I'm also doing this to support you in every way I can :)
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I've had many losses in my life [ and I'm only 18] but it was quite easy to figure which one is the biggest of them all. It definitely is the loss of my grandfather.
I can give you a really easy impression of what was my grandfather like. He was one of those good old grumpy men, who acted real strict, but actually was smart, kind and loving grandfather. I spent my whole childhood with him. Back than I didn't like him. Cause he was always so strict, he made me do all kinds of work, he never pitied me and I thought he didn't love me.
Only at the age of 13 I started realizing what he was actually doing. And then I wanted to thank him for being the best grandfather any man could ever be. he thought me how to be strong, how not to fear work or any kind of challenge. He showed me how to live life with no regrets, how to stand up for myself and fight for my rights.
I think he is also one of the reasons why I love history so much. He got to experience World War 2, and his stories were golden! When ever I had some assignments at school, like interviews or something, I did them with him. It was so exciting, listening to his stories. I wanted him to never stop telling them.
I was 15 years old. I still remember the day and the date when my grandfather died. How do I remember it? Because I was in 9th grade, and I had my Elementary school exams that time. It was so hard for me to concentrate in any of them. I never showed any emotions, because I didn't want to deal with this at school. I was being strong, until June 2nd. That morning, I had my Math exam at 9 o'clock. And my grandfathers funeral at 1 o'clock. That day I broke down. No one actually knows anything about how I felt or what was going through my head. Everyone just assumed I was too young to be too upset...
The sky cried that day. It was so sad and yet, so beautiful. I always talk about my grandfather as a hero. Because he truly is a hero. To me. And to me he will always live. In my heart. Cause that's where it counts the most <3