Grandma,
Your life here on this earth was way too short. Way too short.
Even though I was only 4 years old when Cancer took you, I don’t think I have ever really recovered from the loss of you in my life.
I miss you. As much today as I did 27 years ago… the ache never really goes away.
I have spent so many hours & days picturing my life with you still in it, especially when I was a teenager and again now that I have my own babies.
Grandpa did an amazing job of loving on us and flling up our heart-spaces as much as he could for those 3 short years he stayed here before God brought him home to you.
I’ve always believed that he just missed you too much to stay here and God knew that.
Sometimes I think I even missed you that much… but there was just too much left for me to do still down here.
My memories of you are few and faded. Mostly I have stories of memories that others have told me. And pictures of course.
But you know what?
My heart-memories of you are just as strong as they were the day you died.
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you loved me. You poured so much love into my heart in those first 4 years of my life that I can still feel it today… as clearly as I can feel the air filling my lungs.
You were an amazing woman and I still hear today how much you touched the lives of so many people. I think everyone loved you.
I know I did. And still do.
I can’t wait until the day I get to hug you again! I hope I’m making you proud down here… and that you know how much you are loved and missed.