Sometimes you don’t know when you’re going to lose someone. It could be today, tomorrow, a month from now. Let’s say it was someone who meant the whole world to you, a best friend, mom, dad, sister, brother, etc. Well that’s what happened to me on November 20, 2016. I am going to go back to where it all started, his name is Kevin Wilson and he was my poppy (my grandpa). He wasn’t around when I was little, he was off doing things that someone shouldn’t be doing, and he didn’t talk to my mom unless it was for money. One day he took this leap and grew up and he came into my life. He grew up because he met his new wife, Kelli Wilson, my nanny (my step-grandma). I was happy seeing him every day, he was a very hard working man and a very big family man. He also loved to joke a lot, in fact one thing he would always say about me is that I was a turkey baste baby, even though I am not. My poppy has eight kids, my mom being the oldest and she’s 38 years old. I am the oldest grand-daughter and I’m only 18, he was my father figure since my dad wasn’t around. My 8th grade year I came to Irving, TX to …show more content…
Most importantly he was happy, and I was happy that I get to spend many years with him. Although sometimes happiness doesn’t last very long, in November 2015 the cancer came back. It started into his lungs and it then metastasized into his brain. Poppy had stage four brain and lung cancer, we knew how hard the battle was last time, but this time it’s an even harder battle to fight. I remember the day that my grandma shaved his head, from that day forward I knew that I was in it for the long run. I would make sure that the lotion was warm enough to put onto his head, if it was too cold then it would hurt him. Every time I was there I was always spending time with him, from driving him back and forth to radiation to staying the night in the hospital with him to give my nanny a chance to go