My grandfather passed away on March 9th this year, and I keep replaying it in my head. I keep going back to what happened in the hospital, but it just hurts because he meant a lot to me since I was a little kid. I always think about little stuff like the last conversation I had with him, and all these memories I’ve had with him that make me sad. I’ve done a good job getting through it. I managed to get through the school year with good grades and times where people have asked me if I’m okay. But I have super scary moments where I end up thinking about someone else dying, even if I hate thinking about it and it hurts. He was a great grandpa.