My once perfect family of six was shattered on April 2nd, 2014.
The day after April Fools huh?
God really tricked me there.
I got a call from my mom during English class in High School and instantly knew what happened.
I bolted out of the class, hoping to see him for the last time.
Bursting into the hospital doors, I realized I was too late.
He laid there, face pale and stiff.
My grandpa was gone from this world forever, having received the final blows of lung cancer                                                                                           
something he obtained from over fifty years of smoking.
He was the one who taught me how to play Chinese chess,                 
the one who used to pick me up from school,                                                           
the one who used to play with me in the park.
He was a father, a teacher, and a loving grandpa.
I miss you.