Grandma, I have so much to tell you. I want to smile and laugh with you. I want to hear "hi honey" just one more time. I want hugs from your chair and Pizza Ranch chicken fries delivery dates. I want fruit snacks, freezies, and Disney movies. I want a text from my "gma." I want giggles. I want to hear that sigh when you pick up the phone. One more conversation with one of my best friends. Mostly, I want to hear "I love you honey" one last time.
It's been a year and honestly, I think it is getting harder. Your number isn't yours. Your house isn't yours. Your voice is fading. Your warm embrace is gone, along with your sweet sigh. Our conversations from everything about life to notebooks and pens, I'm losing grasp of. All the cookies baked, water in purple cups, and TV dinners are memories I'm squeezing tight. I've got the blue chicken, now for some double trouble bubble gum!
Grandma, I know you needed to go, but I miss you so.
I'll never know if I found "the one," but I remember your advice about not needing someone. I'll never get to share stories about my nuggets. You didn't get to be at my college graduation; you won't meet my babies. We'll never get to discuss another book, watch another movie, or share another Lunchable.
I love you and miss you beyond words.
Until we're together again💙
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