It was a bright and sunny weekend. I went into the kitchen to get some breakfast, when the phone rang. It was my great grandma. She told us that my grandpa had just died.

At that time I was five so I didn’t know what was going on. When I found out, I cried all day. I remember that he was in the paper, and when I read it, it said Fatti and Little Mikey, were the best of friends.

She said he died in his sleep, I was glad he didn’t suffer. I wish he was here to see my baby sister Jensen, he would have been proud.

But that day I learned a very important lesson: to never take someone for granted, for one day it will happen but until then be happy not mad at someone or you will live to regret it.