In the memory of my grand dad, Herbert Ralph Smith "Mick". A much loved Husband, Father, Uncle, Grandfather and friend. We will miss you

It was a few days later from the nightmare incident. I was sitting on the table, while everyone else wasn't. We often didn't speak about the nightmares afterwards but, I basically slept for most of the day.

The others were talking about, boring stuff I think. While me and Tick were playing the tapping game, basically one make a pattern then the other one makes another more complex pattern and so on. Jake hinted at us to stop so I got the lat go, which ended with me slamming my hand on the table then getting up and spinning in circles. Never stand on a table while spinning in circles, because it hurts to fall off.

"Yo Thing!" yelled Jack. "What's the first thing that comes to mind... GO!"He yelled getting very close to my face, I coughed and took a deep breath. "Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella brother amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal I don't mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawg but I gotta warn ya if u take one more diddly darn step right there I'm gonna have to diddly darn snap ur neck and wowza wouldn't that be a crummy juncture huh? do u want that? do u wish upon yourself to come into physical experience with a crummy juncture because friend buddy chum friend chum pally pal chum friend if u keep this up then well gosh diddly darn I just might have to get not so friendly with u my friendly friend friend pal friend buddy chum pally friend chum buddy?" I finished and took a moment to breathe. "WELL OK THEN!" Jack yelled and ran off not that far. "What? It was the first thing I thought of! I had another thought... but it's morbid. So yeah."

Everyone did their own thing after that, which meant everyone went very quiet. "May... random question but... do you have a happy song which makes you cry?" Tiz asked being bored of the silence. "Oh... yeah... It's called 'I'm forever blowing bubbles'. Why?" Tiz looked confused, so I decided it would be best to not listen to the only conversation in the room. 

"What was the morbid thought anyway?" Kevin asked me. "It was... Isn't it weird how one thing can be there so often that you just automatically think it's always going to be there. Well. It won't. One day it will go away, fade away and slip out of your fingers. You always thought they were immortal but, they're not. They can die as quickly as they're brought to life. Only when the thing you saw as the most strong, slowly fade into dust then. And only then. Will you realise how much they meant to you, and now you left with a empty hole in your heart... It strange to think about but, it happens to everyone." I looked down at my feet, swinging them back and forth. The room went completely silent then, nothing could be heard. It was strange.

Hey guys! Sorry if this isn't big, but I just went to my granddad's funeral. Wasn't in the mood for writing much but, oh well. I tried. It was strange. It felt so surreal, I cried a lot. and got lots of hugs. yay... the wake was awkward. Really awkward seeing as all my cousins got really drunk. They got some alcohol and dumped a shot in it. Even my cousin who wasn't aloud to drink got drunk. WHY WOULD YOU DRINK AFTER A FUNERAL!!! Also my grandma came in, which was awkward. She didn't know anyone but us. [mentally screaming]. But anyway! Thanks for reading by my tacos!