Five Years Gone

Hello, grandmother.

I’ve missed you terribly.

I wonder how you are all the time. Then, I wonder if you wonder the same about me, too.

It’s been quiet for a while now. A bit too quiet, actually. I don’t feel your presence as much as I used to.

I haven’t dreamt of you, been inspired by your soul or cried.

Well, now tears are streaming down my face as I write that I miss you more than words could say.

I’m so terrified I’ll forget you. I forgot how you smell like, and your voice is fading slowly. Your face is a blur, and pictures look a bit strange. I can’t bear it.

Please stop by in my dreams to say hello; I really need it.

Love,

Your first grandchild.