Dear Grandma,
I can't believe it has been two weeks since you have passed away. I don't think I can believe it yet. I just can't imagine your house being empty, even though I went to your funeral and walked through your house. Your house is still the same. The comforting smell is still there. But you are not.
We found your current journal. I think my heart broke as I read the last entry you wrote, the day before you died. You said you were going to get rooms ready for me to come and stay with you. But instead of staying with you, we came to your funeral. You wrote about me everytime I called you on Sundays.
Grandma, who am I supposed to call on Sundays now? Yesterday I realized I couldn't call you and I couldn't tell you about what's going on in my life right now. In my head I went over what I would say and what you would say. You would have said you went to church and played the piano for people to sing. You would've told me about a lesson that you really enjoyed. Perhaps we would have mentioned the weather or your garden. If you hadn't left us, I would have said visiting you was such fun and I would have said I'll come down soon again.
But I can think of one good thing that has come from this. I feel like our family is being pulled back together again, even after so many years of fighting. Maybe because of this, we can come back together and do family reunions again, and laugh together. I would love that.
Grandma, I miss you. And I love you dearly.
I can't believe it has been two weeks since you have passed away. I don't think I can believe it yet. I just can't imagine your house being empty, even though I went to your funeral and walked through your house. Your house is still the same. The comforting smell is still there. But you are not.
We found your current journal. I think my heart broke as I read the last entry you wrote, the day before you died. You said you were going to get rooms ready for me to come and stay with you. But instead of staying with you, we came to your funeral. You wrote about me everytime I called you on Sundays.
Grandma, who am I supposed to call on Sundays now? Yesterday I realized I couldn't call you and I couldn't tell you about what's going on in my life right now. In my head I went over what I would say and what you would say. You would have said you went to church and played the piano for people to sing. You would've told me about a lesson that you really enjoyed. Perhaps we would have mentioned the weather or your garden. If you hadn't left us, I would have said visiting you was such fun and I would have said I'll come down soon again.
But I can think of one good thing that has come from this. I feel like our family is being pulled back together again, even after so many years of fighting. Maybe because of this, we can come back together and do family reunions again, and laugh together. I would love that.
Grandma, I miss you. And I love you dearly.
