Dear Moe,
How long has it been since we last talked? A month? A week? Last night? Who really knows other than the two of us huh? We barely talk with everything occurring on my side. How are things with you? Are you okay? Are you enjoying blasting Elvis every single day without complaints? Ahh, so many questions yet I have so little time with this huh?
Dear Moe,
The family are okay, the friends are
alright, and work is complicated. Do you see them when I try to
picture them in my imagination? Do you see them interacting with my
characters whenever I day dream on a regular basis? Are they safe?
Dear Moe,
The stories of Vessia are still
somewhat breathing even when I'm a coward to write their tales. Is it
okay to be a coward? Were you scare to do challenging things like I
am at this moment? I'm so confuse. Do you want me to write in your
honor just like Grandpa and mom shall be honored someday?
Dear Moe,
Did you ever question your identity or
purpose on this Earth when you were growing up? Like when it was time
to marry Grandpa? Or start a family? Or witness the growth of
grandchildren and a great granddaughter? Were you afraid of changes
and possibilities? Of conflict?
Dear Moe,
Were you afraid when you died eight years ago on February 11th? When your heart gave out because it couldn't fight anymore? Were you afraid of what may of happened when we found out? That we would cry and scream at the world to bring you back? Were you ever going to come back and hug us one more time? Did you gave us Zoey and Bursco simply because we knew you weren't going to return to us anymore with that beautiful smile of yours?
Dear Moe,
We love you. Did you hear me say that? I'm sure you did since you entered my dreams last night. We talked and yet I barely remember the conversation yet again. I'm sorry, I'll talk to remember the dreams real soon. I do however, remember the hug and 'I love you' you said to me before I woke up for the day.
Dear Moe,
I'll visit your grave soon, I owe you that much huh? It's been shit, I don't know, four to five months? Probably.. I'll visit you and Grandpa really soon okay? When its warm and doable to give you flowers and a book to read.
Dear Moe,
Good byes are not forever in my eyes, they are sad things that can't be help. But, can I say see you later instead? I wanted to say at least and another I love you before I close this letter. I'll talk to you soon, bye for now.
Your oddity of a granddaughter,
Kairee-Anne
