My sweet Granny,
Oh gosh how much I miss you. Until I'm with you again, I will never understand why you were taken away so soon. You've missed so much since you left. Graduations, new grand babies, college move-ins, holidays, birthday, and so much more. I often wonder what life would be like with you here today; theres no wondering to it, because it would be more than wonderful.
They say that pain heals with time, and I wish that was the case, but with you it never will be. It never will be because you were simply just that wonderful. You were the sweetest, kindest soul on this earth. You were famous not just for your amazing home cooking, but for your kind heart as well. You were my best friend, and my "go to" whenever I got into trouble. You could never say no, and always overruled all the parents, aka, your children. P.S. they miss you a lot, too.
It get's harder every day, month, and year. And forgetting is so painful and frustrating. Forgetting the sound of your voice and the way your arms feel around me way by far the worst. Then I forgot the more simple things like the way your perfume smelled. Despite all the things I have forgotten, I still smile from ear-to-ear when I look at pictures of us together. I'm grateful for the time that we got to spend together, how I wish it could've been much longer though.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you, and of all the memories that we have ever made together. From planting trees and flowers, washing dishes, overly Watching The Wizard of OZ; the list goes on. You still, make such an impact on all of ours lives. And you will never be thought of as anything less than perfect, especially in my eyes.
Is it ironic that the only person I want to talk to about how much I miss you, is you yourself? How I can't just say "mom I'm going to granny's" and just walk over to your house to see you and find papaw in his chair and you in the kitchen. Then of course I instantly come help you with whatever you're doing, which in most cases, was the dishes. I guess that's why that I love doing dishes so much.
Everything that I wrote still couldn't ever be enough words to explain how much I love and miss you. I don't know what it's like up there personally, but I know it's your paradise. I get comfort in knowing you're not suffering anymore. Today and everyday, I'm doing my best to make you proud, and I hope that you are. I will carry you with me, always, till I see you again.
With love,
The one who misses you the most
