Last Wednesday, my grandma passed away. It was pretty sudden, and it was six months after my papa passed. The grief and sorrow have been unreal, but Jesus has been ever-present. He is my rock. Though the support of family and friends has been incredible, I know that Jesus is the only one who can heal this hurt.
That being said, I wrote a letter to Grandma while in my holy hour about a week before she passed. Writing is therapeutic for me, and maybe reading can be therapeutic to you.
Thank you. Thank you for your constant love and support. You came to all my middle school musicals, though I’m sure they were awful. You came to our sports games. You picked us up in your RV and took us to Target and bought us toys. You babysat us (and let me watch PowerPuff Girls, even though I wasn’t allowed to). You let me sew with you, but I bet I was more of a hindrance than anything. You made me blankets and quilts and pillowcases. You took us to Disney but refused to ride the Tower of Terror. You bought us McDonald’s when my parents (really, my mom) wouldn’t. You cooked for us. You taught me how to cut up a watermelon. You made us sew the koala bear back together after we busted it open during a stuffed animal war. You bought us matching pajamas every Christmas.
Grandma, I could go on and on. You have done so much for us, and there are so many wonderful memories associated with you. What I love the most, though, and am most thankful for, is your faith and your love for Jesus. You raised my dad in faith, who then raised me to know and love Jesus. Your priority was always getting us to Mass on Sunday. You love Mary… and I love that, because Mary only points you on to her Son. I treasure the conversations we’ve had, especially recently. You are such an incredible and beautiful woman, and more than that, you’re a daughter of God. He loves you so much. I love you so much too, but He loves you more than I ever could.
I’m not ready to let you go. I’m not ready to say goodbye. I’m not ready to face another loss. I’m just not ready for you to leave us… but it’s not up to me. If it were, I’d have you stay here forever. But I’m so glad you’ll finally be home. I’m so glad you won’t be in pain. I’m so glad you’ll meet your Creator and Father.
I love you, Grandma. I miss you already.