The bad Sunday mornig
Hi my name is starfighter and my grandpa old man starfighter died a few days ago and this is my story
This is only my grandpa's story
Well it started on a foggy Sunday morning we were taking a stroll down Silverton he was feeling very weird he forgot his glasses at home and triped over a rock.I shouted "gamdpa watch out for that rock" and he fell in a dich and we could not get him out, so we gave up and left him there.I started to cry "oh grandpa why did this have to happen", so eventually he ran out of food and water and he died so i am very sad but on the bright side my grandma got to have her own bathroom.So to help please send me so so so many friend requests. Oh ya P.S i love u grandpa.