Two

I miss you, Grandma. I miss you so much that it hurts. Every damned holiday song I heard today in the store and on the radio reminded me of you. Every decoration I have put up and every food I have planned to make during this season bring you to mind. I just want to cry.

I hope Aunt Charlotte is keeping you company in the afterlife. I'm sure you didn't expect to see her so soon, but you know how life goes and how it can suck.

Jason still sort of remembers you. I wish he had more to go on that just a few vague images. He does know you're in "Heaven" with everyone else, but that is it. I'll try to keep your memory alive through cooking and stories.

I love you. I wish I had shown you that love more.