Young Writers Assignment...

...that tore me up. But in a good way. Unexpected tears surged to my eyes and I had to practically run out of the classroom we were writing in to cry, sobbing into my knees around the corner. It was a good, cleansing cry, though. Really.

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Hey Grandpa,

I miss you.
It's been almost a year since you left us, but I hope that you are doing well. I hope you got to see Grandma and Shadow again because I'm sure they missed you as much as we do. I still can't believe how surprising your death was - it was just so sudden. I'm glad you went peacefully though, and with a smile on your face like nothing that the managers of the funeral home had ever seen before. You were always grinning when you were alive and I appreciate that so much. I wish I would've told you while you were here just how much you meant to me, because now it's too late. I hope there are palm trees and hammocks and sun in heaven like there are in Florida where you'd go for Christmas every year. I know you trekked down there all the way from Michigan for the winter because avoiding the cold and replacing it with warmth was worth the long journey.
I know we never really had many deep, meaningful conversations and now I'm regretting that. So much. Because now you're somewhere I can't bring you back.

I love you.
~Vicki