Saturday, February 15, 2025
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Dear Grandma,
I know that you will never get to read this letter, but I am so glad that I had the opportunity over the past six months to reflect on these memories with you.
Well, I don’t remember it happening, but it’s something I will never forget. When I was a baby, you protected me from falling, and broke your tooth instead.
We talked about when I was little, and I used to come to your house in Norwood I would run in and check if there were any mice caught in the trap in the vent beside the couch.
We remembered how you always had great activity and puzzle books that captivated me every morning, while I waited until I was allowed to come wake you up.
We smiled as we thought about the times when you would take us to the park or the Peterborough Zoo. Every Christmas you filled special tins with goodies, one for each family member.
Whenever you had come for a visit in Chesterville, and I had to watch you leave. I cried every time, because I wanted to go with you, but I couldn’t follow.
You always talked about how I stayed with you to “look after you” when Grandpa went to Ukraine, even though we both know that you were the one looking after me.
I loved doing puzzles together out on the porch when I’d come to stay with you on the farm. You never failed to bake the most delicious treats, muffins, cakes, and more - something I’m daily grateful that you passed on to your daughter.
We remembered the time in church when you got sick and almost left us, and we thanked God for the many extra years we got to spend together.
Your love and support were unconditional – you were always my biggest fan. I miss your smile; I miss your prayers; I miss just holding your hand.
Like those days in Chesterville, when you left to go far away home, I cry as I sit here typing this, because you left to go home, and I can’t go with you. Well, not today, but someday, and when that day comes, I will follow, and we will hug each other when we meet again. (Nobody gives hugs like yours!)
Love,
Your “Little Honeybunch”
