March 11, 2016
March 11, 2016
Hey Papa, It's been four years since you've left this world and yet it feels like yesterday. A lot has changed in these four years without you. I'm a teenager now, almost old enough to start driving. I go to Delphian which you would have loved and I have tons of amazing friends. I still love to dance and perform and my hair is as long as ever. I'm different from when I was ten years old but still the same. I may a little sarcastic but just as weird as ever. I conquered MFCs, struggle with math, am becoming responsible while still finding time to read "Gone With the Wind". I am an SRD comp and am researching internships. I have a best friend and a boyfriend. I love acting and the stars, the color burgundy and Broadway and tea and "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card. I remember you encouraging me and "reprimanding me". I remember watching football games and painting football shaped pottery. I remember corned beef and cabbage and chocolate chip pancake eating contests. I remember holding on to you as you dived into the pool. I was scared as hell but I loved it. I remember going to the park and looking at the stars. I remember you showing me deer outside my bedroom window. I remember waking up early so I could watch the news with you before you went to work. I remember Christmases and molasses chips and karaoke. I remember you urging me to become a black belt and giving me roses after my dance recitals. I remember country music and going to the Y, so exited to be at the gym where you worked. I remember making my mom wash my blue cheerleading uniform for the special occasion. I remember how sad you looked the one time you actually had to punish me.I remember beautiful night swimming and the most magical Christmas Eves. I remember you. I remember when you got sick. I remember Dad and Grandma going to the hospital a lot. I remember finding out what Leukemia is. I remember never really knowing how sick you were. I remember always believing you would get better. The last time I remember seeing you was Christmas. I remember being told Marlene was bringing you home and being excited because I thought you were better. I remember finding out you had passed away. I remember sobbing. I remember taking off the the next week of school and spending it with family. I remember writing you a letter and putting it on our Christmas tree the first time you weren't there. I Remember being happy when I realized you weren't in pain anymore. Everyone coped with your loss in different ways and I took it hard. I miss you but for the most part I've let go. I have so many memories of a sparkly eyed little girl and her devoted Papa. I will remember them forever. I am still the little girl with a blue balloon, standing in the middle of a crowd but this time you won't come back. I will continue to live my life and grow into a woman you would be proud of. Me and the rest of the family will miss you forever. Love Always, Your lil' munchkin and granddaughter, Meg.
