22 years ago, March 27th, my pop pop passed. I was 9 at the time and I've always taken it hard. He's the only grandfather I knew due to my mom's father not liking black people (my dad is black). As it's his death anniversary, I can't help but to be upset about it. He never got the chance to really know us. To love us the way he would've. My grandfather was affected by Agent Orange in the Vietnam War and contracted lung cancer because of it. I just can't let go of the fact that he isn't here. I saw my friends grow up with their grandfathers and it hurt. It still hurts. How do I get over this? I love my pop pop very much but it hurts like hell that he wasn't able to see us grow up...I still have memories of him like it was yesterday.