Dear Grandma,

The past few days haven’t been easy.  I’ve been surrounded by family, some of whom I haven’t seen in years.  I’ve traveled back and forth between your house and Mom and Dad’s (those have been short trips as you know, since both houses are right across the street from each other) so often I’d forget which one I was at if the darn dog wouldn’t follow me everywhere.

It was nice of you to have us all over at your house.  I hope we didn’t make too much of a mess.  I’m not sure if Windex is the correct cleaner for your kitchen table but it’s made of glass so I assume it’s probably okay.  All the bedroom doors are shut to keep your great grandchildren from running through every room of the house; we figure if they’re going to break stuff they should probably do it outside or across the street (Sorry, Mom and Dad!).

I never realized how many different Bibles there were until I saw a small portion of your collection.  I started reading one once…”Genesis” was surprisingly interesting and I’m really curious to see what happens next.  Maybe if it’s okay, I can borrow one?  You may need to help me select one since there are so many to choose from.

I’m sorry I don’t visit as often as I should.  I suppose if I think of each visit as a rarity, they’ll seem more special.  It was really good seeing you last week.  As I left, you told me how my visit really “made [your] day” and hearing that really brightened mine too.  It was very nice sitting and talking with you and Aunt Anne.  I remember how sad you seemed but also happy to have us be there with you.

I know you’re in a different place now but I promise to visit you often.  I may have to do most of the talking next time but I think I can manage.  I’ll have you to guide me.

I love you Grandma.  I miss you.



P.S. Say hi to Grandpa for me.


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