My Hero to be Grandpa

When I was born, I met my one best friend that I would later, never forget.
As I grew to know him, I found out his name was Neil C. Rawlinson and before my time was a great athlete that played BYU football in Utah.
Then, when I turned five, I started to garden in his backyard and take care of some horses he kept up the road.
But on March 18, 2007 he passed away, after his wife had passed away in January of that year also.
The pain was crazy, while he felt it during the time he was alive but wife passed on. It may of been only three months,but wishing he had passed away first, lasted as if it was a year. He came and stayed with us, until he finally wanted to go and live back home. But when he got home, knowing it was winter, found out he had frozen pipes and couldn't live there, so then moved to my cousins house, that lived up the road twenty miles away.
two and a half months later, I was watching TV when my mom got the call saying that he had had a stroke and had been flown to the nearest hospital.Very sadly, we left our house and to the hospital to see our family in the waiting room, half crying, half holding it back.
I held it in until I got into the back where he was,with tubes in the mouth and the nose.
After five minutes passed I started to walk outside, thinking about my experiences with my hero. Half of me said he's gonna make it but then another half said goodbye. Then as I got into the waiting room I let out my tears behind a wall, and ran into the bathroom, away from my family so they wouldn't see me.
three hours later, we left my mom behind and went home, sadly for me. When my brother noticed I wouldn't talk, they put an MP3 earphone in my ear and let me listen to a song that I wouldn't ever forget. Saying 'don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing, is gonna be alright.' But I knew everything wouldn't be alright. I knew he probably wouldn't survive, because of what my dad had said. I quote him saying 'He probably won't survive based on what has happened.
Then, at five o'clock A.M the next morning My brother had told me that he has passed away and went to a better place.