Nexusthedragon

The 22nd of July 2010 at 10:38 a.m. Italian time My grandad died in his sleep. He was the greatest man I've ever known, a very good poet, very good teacher and a better role model than any other man or woman I know. He didn't want flowers and didn't want tears at his funeral. Something you might think cruel is the fact that yesterday, the day of his funeral, I didn't cry... like he asked after all, but you have to know that my very soul shattered like a glas falling from a flying airplane. I'll miss you Grandad.