My papa was my best friend I would do everything I mean everything with him I wanted to be just like him and I still do. When I was younger my papa was basically my father everyday I went to my yayas and papas it didn't matter I was happy at that time until he fell sick terribly sick he had cancer but he was doing better her was okay he was going to be sent home it was Greek Easter I couldn't be happier, in the car in my way to my yayas my mind and heart was racing I get to see my papa we stop in front of the old house and my father turns around to look at me
"Mayson I'm sorry but you papa has passed last night so he won't be here with us any more" he says waiting for tears to run out of my eyes but I sit there not crying because I was in to much shock
"Come in when your ready sweetie"my father smiles and gets out of the car with my mother I sit there for a bit until I began to sob I'll never see him again my best friend I'll never get to see him I don't know what to do and to this day I still don't every day I walk around with no clue what's happening that's when my depression started so yeah that's the story about my papa I love him and miss him still.