Dear Granny...
I miss talking to you. Last time we talked, you just made some unintelligable noises. That was almost three years ago. Today would have been your 88th birthday. Can you imagine being 88? It's hard for me to think about what you would be like now. But I remember so many great things. Remember shopping trips? You could spend the day walking the mall, and mama and I would have to just about run to keep up with you! I remember laughing a lot with you. We laughed at everything, didn't we? But what else can you do? How else are you gonna make it if you can't laugh at everything? Thanks for giving me that.
Granny, I'm moving back to Savannah, and I'm going to live in the beach house. Mama and Daddy are fixing it up because those people that rented it let it go to crap. I'll spare you the details; you really don't want to know what kind of shape it's in. Anyway, that doesn't matter because it's going to be beautiful! And, I am going to live there, and I'm going to write stories and novels and more songs. Who knows, maybe I'll even fall in love and get married, or something crazy! But that's not a priority. Staying on my feet and keeping my head above water are my priorities. A man in my life might knock me down. I wish I could call you--I wish you could give me advice. Or at least tell me that I'm beautiful and that you love me.
Papa sure misses you. But he's getting along great! You wouldn't belive it to see him now. Mama has fattened him up, and he isn't as shakey as he used to be. He can't take his walks around the neighborhood anymore because he gets so winded just walking down the driveway to get the paper every morning. But he still tells his corny jokes and flirts with little old ladies.
Mama and I talk about you a lot. She always says, "If Granny were here, she'd say so-and-so, or do such-and-such." And we always repeat the things you used to tell us. You taught us to wear make-up; you don't leave the house without it, because you are presenting your face to the world, and you want to look your best, because you want them to know you're worth something. You taught us a lot about faith. You had so many questions, and Daddy was always so patient with you, and always answered them way over your head. His book knowledge of theology is something I can only hope to grasp one day; but your heart knowledge of the gospel is priceless.
I have to go, now. I need to get up early for work in the morning. I just wanted to write because I've been thinking about you all day. I hope you are having a fabulous birthday! I'll see you again one day. We'll go shopping!! I love you very much. Take care.
xoxoxo,
jo
Granny, I'm moving back to Savannah, and I'm going to live in the beach house. Mama and Daddy are fixing it up because those people that rented it let it go to crap. I'll spare you the details; you really don't want to know what kind of shape it's in. Anyway, that doesn't matter because it's going to be beautiful! And, I am going to live there, and I'm going to write stories and novels and more songs. Who knows, maybe I'll even fall in love and get married, or something crazy! But that's not a priority. Staying on my feet and keeping my head above water are my priorities. A man in my life might knock me down. I wish I could call you--I wish you could give me advice. Or at least tell me that I'm beautiful and that you love me.
Papa sure misses you. But he's getting along great! You wouldn't belive it to see him now. Mama has fattened him up, and he isn't as shakey as he used to be. He can't take his walks around the neighborhood anymore because he gets so winded just walking down the driveway to get the paper every morning. But he still tells his corny jokes and flirts with little old ladies.
Mama and I talk about you a lot. She always says, "If Granny were here, she'd say so-and-so, or do such-and-such." And we always repeat the things you used to tell us. You taught us to wear make-up; you don't leave the house without it, because you are presenting your face to the world, and you want to look your best, because you want them to know you're worth something. You taught us a lot about faith. You had so many questions, and Daddy was always so patient with you, and always answered them way over your head. His book knowledge of theology is something I can only hope to grasp one day; but your heart knowledge of the gospel is priceless.
I have to go, now. I need to get up early for work in the morning. I just wanted to write because I've been thinking about you all day. I hope you are having a fabulous birthday! I'll see you again one day. We'll go shopping!! I love you very much. Take care.
xoxoxo,
jo