hope you’re doing well up there. Everytime I look up, I picture you sitting down on a fluffy cloud, just talking to God. You know, shootin’ the breeze, as they call it. I like to think you talk about all of us down here. I mean, if it’s anything like you were when you were still here I’m sure God now knows about every single moment you had with us, and I’m sure you’ve told every funny story.

 wish you were around so I could fill you in on my life. I’m having a really rough time right now. I miss home. I miss everyone. I especially miss you. Tears start to form when I realize you’re not around anymore.

I feel so strange when I talk about “my grandma did this” and “my grandma did that.” I would rather be saying DOES this and DOES that… but that’s something I cannot fix.

I wish you were here to tell me everything is going to be okay. I could really use that right now. I could use my grandma more than ever. I love and miss you so much. Immensely. Please give me a sign because I really need you right now.