Dear Grandma,

I'm sorry I slowly started to miss our Dancing with the Stars nights. I'm sorry for the times I rolled my eyes when you asked something of me. I'm sorry for the times I was short tempered when you asked me how my days were. I am so sorry, Grandma.

For some reason when I think of you, the first thing that pops into my head were all the things I could've done differently. How I could've been a better granddaughter. I regret all the conversations and moments I missed out on because I thought I would have time later.

Our last conversation I was crying to you because you told me you knew it was your time to go. You wiped my tears and said, "Don't cry. Remember the good times, like the chasing the moon."

I will never forget being seven years old in the back of your car with my sister and cousins. You zoomed down side streets so we could chase the moon home. We laughed hysterically telling you the moon would always be faster, but you were always determined. That memory is one I will always cherish.

I will also never forget spring break of my sophomore year when I watched you take your last breath. Life changed that day in the hospice room. I look back at the girl I was in that moment, so naive to the fact that life could change in the blink of an eye. That memory is one that will always haunt me.

I broke down the other day because I couldn't remember what your voice sounded like. That is why I wanted to write you this letter. It's been almost 4 years. I'm in college, Kiersten and Derek are the hardest workers I know, and Kylie's a mother now. It's crazy how all of us grand kids have changed. No matter how much we change, I just want you to know we will always hold the memory of you. I hope we're making you proud. I miss you like crazy, and I love you to the moon and back.

Love,

Karlie