To My Papa in Heaven,

First of all, I just want to say that I miss you. I miss your jokes, your nicknames for me, your smile, your laugh, and so many more little things about you. I miss seeing you every Sunday after church, and I miss wishing I was "adult" enough like you to eat pecan pie at breakfast. But the fact that I'm missing you is obvious. You were one of the main supports in my life, and now it's like a link of my chain is missing. Sure, this link has been fixed to an extent, but it's not as strong as it used to be with you here.

I felt for the longest time angry at you. Angry at the fact that you left, even though I know it wasn't your fault. I know that disease took over and took you from me, but it still wasn't fair. I felt cheated because I wouldn't get to keep you forever, which is the most selfish thing I've ever wanted.

You're missing so much down here with all of us. I'm sure through those holes in the floor of heaven you've seen me graduate high school, start college, start a major, decided I hate it and then change, fall in love, get my heart broken (which probably made you a little bit angry), and so much more. You've seen my highs as well as all my lows throughout the time that you've been gone, which is more than I could ever hope for.

The more I think about major life events you're going to miss like my brother's graduation, weddings, my future children, and everything in between. Luckily for me, I know you'll be watching it all with a big Papa smile on your face.

As much as I miss you, I'm glad you aren't suffering any longer. I'm glad you're living it up with others of our family home before you. And hopefully you're having the best of times up there. I know you're keeping an eye on me and everyone else in our family, too. My biggest hope and comfort is that you're proud of me and that you'll continue to watch over me and the rest of the family until we one day get to see you again. I love you.

Love,

Your Favorite Granddaughter