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Not really an gf story but w/e
My grandfather was always my hero, i grew up accompaning him everywhere, and to me he was everything i wanted to become. He worked his way up in life from a construction worker to an accountant without even completing school, going from extreme poverty to putting his 5 kids through college and building a small fortune in real state by renting houses. He still works at the age of 84, walking up to 10km a day and supervising reforms in his houses. Well, he loves fishing, and i accompany him some times. I'm his oldest grandson, and he always took such pride in me, always took me everywhere to show me his work, help him out, he always told everyone that i was the intelligent one, how i was never reproved or how easily i got in university.
Well, last weekend he called me to go fishing with him, and i refused in order to study for an upcoming test. Saturday my mom called me, saying he had fallen from the river bank and hit his head. He was in a faraway town, and in my country healthcare was never good, so it took an entire day to bring him to the big city. I went to visit him and it killed me, he had 2 40cm cuts in his head, and was completely incapacitaded, the doctor thinks he may have broken his spine and may never walk again. Seeing my grandpa in the hospital bed, that man who was always full of energy killed a part of me. I'm so afraid he may not live to see me through graduation, i just want to make him proud, and i blame myself every single night for not going with him on that trip.
cigarretes and alcohool are what's been keeping myself together these days, i just feel lost really
