This is my story about when my grandpa passed away. He was towering,  had gray hair and he was a farmer. He did a lot of puzzles with me as well and he didn't always talk a lot. He was a good guy. 

It was the beginning of June; pretty sunny out, kinda hot and muggy. My grandparents had lived in Iowa their whole lives; that is where my parents grew up so they decided to move to Michigan to be closer to us because they were getting pretty old.  We had just gotten back from Iowa a couple days after helping them clean stuff up and pack it all away. So we were at the beach as we were waiting for them to get back. THey finally got there later that night and the next day we went and helped them unpack. It was a lot of work because we had to move all the furniture in. Me and my dad were carrying this couch in and he says, “God damn it Logan.” I asked, “What?” He responded with, “You dropped the couch on my toe”. So we finally finished unpacking their things and we went home at about 3 in the afternoon. 

 Later that night we went out to dinner with my grandparents; we went to Coney Island. My Grandpa brought up that he had to fix something on the roof. My Dad said “I will help you tomorrow.” He answered, “No it's okay I will do it tomorrow”. And my grandpa said that he would do it himself tomorrow. Me and my grandma were nervous because we didn't want him to do that because we didn't want him to fall. After dinner we went home for a long day and got some good rest. 

The next day we were getting ready to come back over there. We got a call it was my grandma and she said he fell off the ladder and had to be rushed to the hospital. We rushed over to the hospital and we sat all day. It was not a good day, especially since it was my birthday and his coming up. We all were very very upset about it. The doctors said that he probably wasn't gonna make it because he had severe brain damage. We waited and waited all night and at about 12:30 in the morning the doctor comes in and tells us the bad news. We all were very upset because we told him to just wait for my dad to help him. But he was a very stubborn person and wanted to do things on his own. 

A few weeks later we had a funeral everyone came from Iowa to visit and go to the funeral. I cried a lot during the funeral and was very upset because he was like my bestfriend and the best grandpa ever. I was gonna miss him so much. Especially my grandma was gonna miss him because they have been married for so long.