So, this is something that happened last year. My step-grandpa died of cancer. You may be thinking that, "Oh, he's just her step-grandpa so I'm sure it didn't mean that much." Well, you sir or mam, are wrong there. He treated me like his grandchild and I treated him like my grandpa. I wasn't very close to him before he got diagnosed with cancer, but once he got diagnosed, I got so much closer to him. I was constantly checking on him with my stepmom and texting him and even skyping him. I never knew how much he mean't to me until he got diagnosed with lukemia in May 2011. And then on Wednesday, July 18, 2012, I heard the words that made me fall apart: Grandpa Book passed away. My world came crashing down around me. I couldn't stop the tears from coming. the heavy breathing from starting, and the what-ifs and wishes from holding back. I felt like a part of me was lost. The guy that inspired me so much throughout his 14 month journey with cancer was gone and I was never going to see him again; all I had left were the words that he said and the many things he taught me.
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