Yesterday was two years since you died, Gramma. I still miss you so much. I’d give everything I own to have you back. How can it be possible that I haven’t seen or talked to you in two years? I don’t even have the words to say what I’m trying to say. You told me I’d be okay, and I try to be; most of the time I think I appear that I am to everyone else, but I have such a huge part of me missing. You took it with you when you left. We had so many things left to share, but you left too soon. I keep trying to be the person you believed I should be; I hope I’m getting it right. I just miss you so much still, and there’s so many things I didn’t even know I should ask you and learn from you until those things come up in life; I realize you’d have known but aren’t here to ask.
I read something that said grief is love with nowhere to go, and I think it’s true.
Thank you for being my Gramma and my best friend for my entire life. I will never forget you for as long as I live!