Grandpa

This is a picture Grandma sent me a few days ago of me and Grandpa eating ice cream when I was a little girl. I have that look on my face like "Oh, Grandpa, you're so silly!" He passed away when I was in Kindergarten, I think I was four years old. He was my very best friend. I remember the day I got into the car in the back seat and Mom turned around and said "Bonnie, I have something to tell you. Grandpa died last night." And I cried and cried. And I cried for years afterwards. Actually, it's been almost 13 years, but it can still make me cry. I used to make the same wish every time I threw a penny in a well, or blew the seeds from a dandelion, or found an eyelash on my face, or it was 2:22 or 3:33 or I ate a clear gummy bear, that he could be alive again. From the day he died, for years, even though I knew it wouldn't happen. I would just wish to myself, that grandpa could be alive again. I stopped making wishes a few years ago, though, I decided wishes don't come true. And I remember one time talking to Grandma about wishes, when I was still younger, and I told her I always made the same wish. And without me even saying what it was, she said, So do I, Bonnie. So do I. Hopefully she'll send me another picture she was telling me about soon, so I can post it. =)