To My Grandma,

You were taken from me too soon. I never had a chance to tell you how much I love you one last time before you left and for that, I will always be sorry. I was too young to understand how important it is to tell those around me how much they meant to me, and for that, I will always be sorry.

I was in middle school when you left, I was so focused on my friends that I did not realize how sick you were, how you did not even remember who I was because your illness had already taken your memory. When I last saw you, you couldn't even stand and had to be pushed around the house in a wheelchair. I'm sorry I didn't help, I'm sorry I was too scared you hug you before I left. I know you couldn't talk, but I knew you were trying to tell me you love me.

Your hair would never be any color but bright red, but the last time I saw you it was gray; I always look back at photographs and smile because there was never a time before this last time where there was never a single gray hair showing through.

It has been almost 10 years since you left. You already know that mom and dad still talk about you (positive of course), I tell all of my friends how loving you were to me, and how you would always sneak me snacks before dinner was ready. You did this because you knew how cranky I would get and grandad would never let me have anything before dinner was ready. I loved our little secrets.

I wish you were here. I wish you were at my graduation. I wish you were able to give me advice on how to get through college. I wish I could hug you one last time and just tell you how sorry I am that I didn't hug you before.

I miss you.

Love Always,

Your granddaughter