I had never even thought about having to live my life without a grandpa to look up too. But when he was gone I realized that I had taken him for granted. It was something that hit me about one week after his death. I was always used to him being there to help me with my problems or to give me guidance. Now that he's gone I realized that God blessed me with a great grandfather for twelve years. Some kids never even have a grandpa that cares about them, like mine did me. So I guess, in away, I was lucky.
I also realized that my grandpa was my hero. I look back and see this awesome Buddhist man. He supported his family and raised me and my siblings. He always wore a smile and made everyone laugh. He was a friend to all. I hope that one day I'll be just like him.
The last thing this event made me realize is that we aren't promised tomorrow. Live everyday like it's your last. Serve Buddhist with all your heart. Don't argue with those you love because you never know when they'll be gone. Things change, so just be ready to accept it. And treat everyone the same because were all equal in Buddha eyes.