P.S....
Grandma, I miss you.
I know you're somewhere better now, with Aunt Eppy and Aunt Mary.
But I still miss you.
I miss Christmas together, with you in your big fur coat, your big fur hat, and your big gold bracelets.
I miss how you'd sit there in your chair, watching the family you raised. How you'd just smile, seeing everyone together. How you couldn't yell, but as soon as you started talking everyone would listen.
I miss all those little things. How my brother would treat you like you were made of glass - he'd hold your small delicate hands in his oversized palm and he'd kiss your head. He'd talk to you softly, and I know you were so proud of him.
I remember you were proud of me, too.
I remember a rainy Christmas Eve, when I told you through tears that I never wanted to say goodbye to you. That I wasn't ready.
I miss you grandma.
Make sure I don't play in traffic, okay?
I know you're somewhere better now, with Aunt Eppy and Aunt Mary.
But I still miss you.
I miss Christmas together, with you in your big fur coat, your big fur hat, and your big gold bracelets.
I miss how you'd sit there in your chair, watching the family you raised. How you'd just smile, seeing everyone together. How you couldn't yell, but as soon as you started talking everyone would listen.
I miss all those little things. How my brother would treat you like you were made of glass - he'd hold your small delicate hands in his oversized palm and he'd kiss your head. He'd talk to you softly, and I know you were so proud of him.
I remember you were proud of me, too.
I remember a rainy Christmas Eve, when I told you through tears that I never wanted to say goodbye to you. That I wasn't ready.
I miss you grandma.
Make sure I don't play in traffic, okay?