Dear Grandma, or Granny, or Nana, or Mamaw,

I'm not really sure what I would've called you, but I like to think that we would have been close. I think about it sometimes ... what you were like; what kind of grandma you would’ve been. I’ve heard a lot about you from my mom. I think sometimes it’s hard for her because I remind her so much of you. I know she misses you every day, and I think what she wishes the most is that you would have been able to meet her children, and been able to be a grandmother to us.

What I wish is that you had lived long enough to see your little girl grow up to be a wonderful mother. Although we have our rough days, like I’m sure you both did, I couldn’t ask for a more selfless, caring mother. If there is one thing I know, it is that you had to have done something right those sixteen years of her life, because she learned how to be such a great mother from someone.

I do wish you were still around for our sake, too. Mom tells me how good you were at the piano, and I always liked to play too. I wonder sometimes if you could’ve taught me, and if we could've played together. I hate that you did not have more time here, because not only did my mother lose you too early, but my siblings and I never got to experience a relationship with you. I always used to think about you when the baking soda commercials came on. The one with the grandmother baking the cookies for her little grandchild, that’s how I always pictured you.

I pictured you being a wonderful grandmother, and my mom always told me you would’ve been. I hate that you are gone, and that I will never meet you, but I feel like I do know you. I can see your love shining through my mom, I can picture you when stories are told about you, and I know you have always been watching over my siblings and I. I like to think that God didn’t give you to us as a grandmother because He decided you would make the best guardian angel. I’m saddened I never knew you, but I’m thankful you’re always here.

Love,

Your Granddaughter