So I'd love to be up high above.

When I was about 12 years old, my grandfather had a heat stroke. He was actually my step grandfather, though I considered him more my biological grandfather than my own. He would play with me every time he would come over, and then he would make my day, just with the simplest things. I still remember a day one summer when he came over to visit. I was swimming in the poor in the yard at my biological grandfather's trailer, and that grandfater had been dead for a few years. We had moved there to be with him while he was getting older and dying.
My grandfather, my Papaw Ledell, came over to me and tossed in the cover for the pool filter, so I could swim over and fetch it. I'd always liked those kinds of games, and he knew that. Tossing the little blue plastic pool acccessory back and forth in the pool was the simplest of games, but I'd give anything to be able to just go back to that day, and never stop playing such a game. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss him.
That same year, when I was turned twelve, or was turning, such, I don't remember right now, bouth my Granny (my father's mother Dorothy) and my Papaw Ledell mailed me birthday cards. To this day I still have those cards. They are in a red pocket folder in my room that says "Stephanie. This folder is not to be used for anything othe than club." My niece Stephanie and I made a club when we were little, sometime around that same year. I don't know where my folder for that club is, but I used ers because she is my favorite person in the world. One day, when my mother wa cleaning my room, she nearly threw away an old card, and that made me think about the cards my grandparents had seen my all those years ago. So, the first thing I did after we finished cleaning my room, I went to the little red Folder, and took out the card he sent me. When I just simply saw the envelope, I burst into tears, and when I opened it up through the blur of my tears, I broke down. I sobbed. *blink blink blink* Excuse me, I'm about to cry just thinking about that. Even the simple memory I mentioned earlier about the pool and now reading the card, it really hurts. I know it's been over six years since his death, but when someone you want nothing more than to die to be with, even if it will hurt so many others leaves you, you never EVER get over that.
I love you Arthur Ledell Scoggins. Forever. *beat beat beat* You;ll always ALWAYS be in my heart.