Dear Grandma,
I found this half-written post the other day…
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“If I were to say that these last couple of weeks have been hard, I would be making a massive understatement. Shoot, even saying these last 6-8 months are hard would be an understatement. These last couple of weeks, though, have been particularly hard. On Monday, May 24 we lost a very important and integral member of our family.
Grandma Rice
always thinking of others up until and at the point of death. At one point she woke up and gave her typical impatient, hurried sigh and started grumbling about how she hated all this ‘dilly-dallying’ She never lost her tenacity and even made sure to get one last dig in about all of Andy’s cars…junkers as she called them”
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Well, I guess I wouldn’t even say it’s half finished. It looks to me like it was all I could get out before I couldn’t write anymore. It looks like I was having a tough time putting into words what was heavy on my heart.
It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year since you’ve been gone. There’s little pieces you and Grandpa left on our hearts and in our home that makes us think about you two every day.
The Jeep you gave us has been a huge lifesaver. But, I hate to break it to you, Andy never did get rid of any of his “junkers” like you told him to! He’s kind of stubborn like that…wonder where he gets that from?
I see Andy do the “finger-wave” to Rylee, just like you did. Sometimes I see her do it back to him and I can’t help but smile. There’s even times I catch myself doing it.
Andy still hates broccoli and tea…and really at this point, I’m not sure he’ll ever “grow into it” like you said. That boy is just bound to have immature tastes.
Your house is for sale…it’s been all fixed up and ready to go. It’s…empty. All the treasures it once held from yours & Grandpa’s life full of love and world travels have been divided among family or sold.
You had such an impact on all of our lives. Especially Andy’s. The day he had to go to all of your grocery stops without you is something I know he never wants to do again. That was a hard day for him. But I think that was his closure. He always treasured the time you and him spent grocery shopping every Friday…and I know he always will.
Grandma, I guess what I’m trying to say is you may be gone, but you are surely not forgotten. And you will always be missed. Always.
