Dear Grandma,
Before I begin this, I wanted to apologize for not calling you or loving you enough when I was a little girl. I always feel so responsible for every hard endeavor that has come across your path. You’ve been my number one, the only person who stuck by me and loved me no matter what. I love my friends now, but it’s hard to accept their love when I’m losing yours. You taught me how to adore life with every fiber of my being and in my heart, it pains me to know that your lesson will soon drift away into memories until you’re finally gone forever. People say that when someone dies, he or she doesn’t truly ever disappear, and I believe that, but without you in my life, already too much has changed that it seems you’re not in any part of my life. I’ve missed you. I still miss you. I want to see you, but knowing that you’re not the same person anymore, I don’t know if I can. As a young girl, I was spoiled by life’s riches. I had all the toys that I wanted, even though I didn’t have the parents that I needed. You lived your life, married a man who abused you, but you still raised me with so much love… so much love that I took for granted. Now that life is unfairly taking your head and your thoughts for its own pleasure, I realize there is a huge hole in my being that hasn’t been filled.. I can’t finish this now, but.
