Dear Grandma,
It's been so long since I've seen you, and heard your voice. I miss you so much. I think of you every night. Everyone here misses you.
How is heaven? Is it nice? I know you went to church every day, so you should be there, right? I never really understood the whole thing about heaven and hell. If you could send me a letter back, that would be wonderful.
I never knew how important you were to me until you died. I miss the way you said "Hi, pumpkin" to me whenever you talked to me on the phone. I miss holding your hand and walking with you down the street to buy milk.
I went to your funeral and your wake and such. You were cremated, just like you wanted, and buried with your parents, just like you wanted. Up in Minnesota.
I hope you're happy up in heaven. Is everything all right? What's it like? Is it the way everyone on Earth thinks of it, with flying angels and halos and clouds everywhere? Have you seen God?
I have your wedding band, and the jewelry box you bought in China when you came with my parents when I was being adopted. It's sitting on my dresser right now, I can see it from where I'm sitting.
Your tombstone was finished the other day, and my Dad got a picture in the mail. There's a lady bug on it, just like your car. Remember the red Bug you drove, with the red sparkley ladybug stickers? And guess what? They spelled Grandpa Gordon's name wrong!
Please write back soon. I want to hear from you.
Love you and miss you,
~Your Granddaughter