Dear Grandma,
I don't know if online letters even reach heaven, so I guess I can only pray. It's been months, but it still hurts a lot. I keep expecting emails or calls asking how I'm doing, how college is, how it's going with that boy I was talking to. I remember you used to tease me about boys and remind me that "all men are children, you just have to find the best-behaved one."
College has been great, and I'm thankful for how you've helped me afford such a good school. Since we've said goodbye, I've found an incredible group of friends who have been such an amazing support system. Classes have been going well. One of my professors occasionally reminds me of you; I think you'd like her.
The family has been good. I see you in mom a lot––I never realized how much she and I resemble you until now. Allison and I don't fight nearly as much, I'm sure you'd love to see that. I'm finally cleaning my room too (I'm sure you're laughing down at that from up there.). Dad's been well, he got another dog. You'd think he's cute, and Grandpa likes him.
I miss you a lot more than I thought I would Grandma. I wish I could have told you I love you more often, even though "I love you" doesn't really cover how much you mean to me.
Love,
Your Granddaughter