Grampa

Naomi Gibson

My sad day was when my Grampa died. The night I was told was when I was staying at my nana and papas. When my nana told me I burst out in tears. I didn't no what to do and I couldn't sleep that night. I didn't get to see him that much because he lived up in Glasgow. I didn't know what was going on because I was only 12 and had never been to a funeral before.

The day of the funeral I was really scared because I didn't know what was going on. My auntie asked me if I wanted to write him a letter for him when I was writing the letter it just made me even more upset. When we where ready to leave I was getting more upset. When they where talking about my Grampa it just made me cry and when we where leaving I just wanted to see him one more time.