Today marks the second year of my grandfathers death. Ever since he died my life has gone spiralling down. if he were still here, i would be in Singapore, i would go on holidays four times a year to wherever i felt like going, i would be able to go to UCLA after high school, the LA house would still be available for me to live in, I would be able to reason with my mother, i would have some kind of direction in my life, i would be able to whatever i wanted to do and my family would still be intact. But he died...