Dear Nan,
I have been thinking about you a lot lately and all the special times we shared. You cross my mind during my toughest moments, your wisdom and courage have given me strength.
I find myself frequently looking at pictures of us together. Pure joy on both of our faces. Your smile was contagious and I could not help but smile every time you did.
These past few months have not been the same. My weekends feel incomplete without seeing you. I miss the days of spending hours together, laughing at your witty comments or sharing my latest stories with you.
I miss you asking me, “How is so and so?” or asking me how school is going. I miss hearing all of your “when I was your age..” tales. I miss you sharing the latest gossip. You always knew how to keep me entertained.
I miss the days of seeing you extremely well-dressed with your earrings and necklace coordinating, nails beautifully polished and hair perfectly set. I miss your gentle kisses and soft hands holding mine.
I miss you waving goodbye until I was out of your sight. No matter how far I walked you always continued to wave. Even better, you were so kind to thank me for visiting you.
I wish we could have one more day together. One more afternoon of sitting on the porch watching the birds, or enjoying our favorite snack of ice cream. I wish for one more day of me pushing you around the halls while you waved to every person who walked by.
I wish you could see me graduate from college. I wish you were here to celebrate this milestone, just like you were for every event. You are missed at family gatherings, something always feels absent, an eery void in the room.
All the memories that remain bring me bliss. The energy you constantly maintained was positive and vibrant. It seemed as though you were a celebrity, the way others spoke so highly of you. “Your Nan is a wonderful woman,” they would say.
I always knew you would be one of my hardest goodbyes. I always dreaded the day we would no longer see each other.
Thank you for being so prominent in my life and leaving such a lasting memory on me. I am so proud to call you my grandmother and I can only hope to be as influential as you one day. I love you and miss you. {24/7}.
~ In Loving Memory of Amelia M. Farrell; December 1922-November 2015.




















