Thank you for trying so hard to teach me to be a lady. I'm sorry that it took me SO LONG to figure some things out. I really can't explain why I left the zipper down on my skirt, at that
But you got such a kick out of telling that story and that made it all worth it.
To this day, I don't recall the time you and Grandpa came to visit me in the hospital, when I was in the plastic bubble. But I never tired of hearing the story about Grandpa talking to me like a duck, and I responded with, "Grandpa's don't do thaaaaaaaaat!!"
Oh my GOSH! Remember the game of 52-card pickup that Cara tried to teach you? Your reaction was CLASSIC!! Thanks for teaching me some serious Scrabble skills too. Although, I'm dying for a strong adversary.
Thank you for making me feel pretty, even though you had your clever ways of saying I was
I should be going now, but I selfishly don't want to. I don't know if you realize this, but there are others reading this letter. You wouldn't understand why I write this here, but then you never understood the concept of call waiting.
Today, May 15, 2008, is the day it was decided, it was time for you to go. You certainly got things your way in the end, didn't you? Good for you, for knowing what you wanted! I can't even figure out what I want for dinner, and you had such the plan. Ultimately, you passed in the most peaceful way imaginable. I'm so glad you got that...peace.
I consider myself so blessed to have been a part of your life. Part of who I am, I owe to you. I'll even share some of the good part. :)
Thank you Grandma.
Give my love to Dad and Grandpa, and tell them I'll see them again...someday.
I miss you already, but send all my love,