To Grandad, Soometimes, I sit alone in my room wondering, why it had to be you? That question has been with me for a while now, and it just struck me, an answer. I relized that it had to be you, because God needed someone special to help him up there. I keep hearing little voices in my mind saying, " Your grandad is safe, he is watching over you all an dis proud of where you have come." Everyday, I think, "What are you doing up there right this minute?" I try so hard to listen to my mind, hoping for your voice to appear. But I never hear anything at all. This sounds mean, but sometimes, I wonder if your even there at all. I got a lot of questions i am dying o get answers to but Ia m afraid I never will. Grandad, I have lost count of the times you have made me cry and how many times I think of you during one day. Will I ever feel the same way as I did when I was with you. Grandad, what happened? It just doesnt seem fair, youv'e gone, and taken little pieces of my heart with you. But I want you to keep them pieces. Just to remind you of me. Just to let you know. I'm thinking of you and I miss and love you loads. Grandad, please stay safe, I love you, Corrina... xx