Grandma,
I never got to meet you, but my daddy says you were wonderful. I wonder about you a lot... what kinds of things you liked, what you looked like, what you smelled like, whether you would like me... I know my daddy misses you a lot and you were so important to him. No one really talks about you much because I think it makes them sad. All of my brothers and sisters got to meet you and at least they have some memory. I have a blurry picture of you and that's all. This year I am going to try really hard to find out more about you and ask more questions. I want to be able to tell my children about you, too.
My other grandma was really awesome and I would like to think that she gave me the love of two grandmas because you couldn't be there. I wonder how different you guys were. Would you have taught me to cook and make southern things? What kinds of things would have been important to you for me to know?
I know you have a lot of grandchildren but I hope you keep an eye out on me, even though you never knew me.
Love,
Charity
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