I am angry, but at the same time sad...

 My grandpa from my mom, goes to bars at least once a day. But today was different.

I was making a bed for him with my mom, and of course, he didn't want to help or do something. This wasn't even a moment; it happens every time. Anyway, when I was finishing the bed, he left the house, I thought that he was at the bar, and guess what, he was. But I wasn't imagining how worst it looks or stuff like that, so we stopped in front of the bar, witch for some reason in right in front of a school. And we called him, because he didn't answer my grandma's call or my mom's call the first time, after answering the call he came outside, and I was angry at him, for waning me and my siter at him and not caring a bit about us.

I said to him that if he dies, I will not come to his funeral, or anything like that.

Then I remembered that I had a grandpa who actually cared about me, that was my mom's boyfriend dad. I never got to know him any better other than his name or that his birthday was around 1 December.

I actually miss him as a person, because if I got the chance to know him better, maybe I wold replace him with my grandpa.

But sadly he passed at the start of the month...