...I have known...Someone important...to my life...That has granted...happienes to me since the day I was born...He was over 70, and had cancer...And tonight...At 11:00 pm on Jan. 15 2010...It happend.

I was practicing my drums like I usually do, and my broher was playing Rock Band, which he constanly keeps begging me to play. When suddenly I heard the phone ring, and I thought it was just a naboir who thought the noise of my drum was annoying. Two minutes before my timer I use to keep track of the minutes I play, I heard trembling. I thought mom was angry that I keept the naboirs up. So I puased the timer and then went down stairs to see what the commosion was. When I got down stairs to the living room, my brother was holding his Rock Band drum sticks with his head facing down. Mom was crieing and I said "Whats going on?" She said that...that...THAT...Poppy...d...i...e...d...

I was really shocked, and Poppy never was even able to see my brother drive for the first time, or see my art, not even my K'nex Motorized Maddness Ball Machine, not evn Glorias grand son...

Let god be with you Poppy... R.I.P.

And this journal is to depressing to put So Ya... And this is my first time going to a funerial...