Killer Cancer

        Don't you hate it when you have to blame cancer for murder? A year ago today my grandfather was the victim of a double homocide. The murderer being a malignant cancer that spread to just two parts of his body. After a four year fight, the doctors told him they couldn't save him. In just one short week after being put into hospice, he passed away. Lying next to my grandmother, in mid-conversation.
        Ever since I was a little girl I was his favorite, and he spolied me rotten. He bought me a pet duck, and really anything I wanted. He used to make the best homemade apple pie and he always let me play with the left over dough. He bought a purple house because purple was my favorite color; and whenever I came over he always had a banana ready to give to me (my favorite fruit). I even owe my taste in music to my grandfather, he was the first one to inroduce me to Eric Clapton, and his personal favorite Pink Floyd.
        I guess that's what all grandfathers are for, but my grandfather was the best. A couple weeks before he passed I set aside a day to spend with him and we spent it just like we did when I was five. We watched The Lion King, baked an apple pie, and listened to some 1970's classic rock. It was a day that I'll remember for the rest of my life.
       My final message; spend every moment you can with those you care for, and tell them you love them everyday. One day they will be gone and you'll wish everyday you had one more moment to do all those things that you didn't.