Loss for Words

During 7th grade in middle school, I lost my grandfather to a heart attack.  It happened in the morning of a Saturday when we had planned on picking our grandparents up to go shopping at Westminster.  I had learned that my grandfather died in his sleep from a heart attack.  Although I hadn't known him that well or had many memories from him, I couldn't help but sob in the living room chair.  I thought about the things I could have done and should have done while he was alive.  My cousins were unaffected and continued to play despite the glum atmosphere.  They wanted me to join in with their game, and that's when I realized that crying wouldn't bring him back.  I coped with the loss with the help of my close relatives.