Hey Grandpa,

It’s been awhile. I miss you. I didn’t take advantage of your company when you were around and it’s something I regret. You helped raise me into the person I am today by working day in and day out as a restaurant cook. I should have taken advantage of the little free time you had and listened to the stories you had to share or the wisdom you had to offer, but instead I complained when you asked for foot massages or to help with household chores. I drowned you out when I was watching my favorite television shows and you were making my favorite dishes on an early Sunday morning.

You were out of my life so fast, and I was too young to understand what death was. As you were laying on your deathbed millions of miles away, I still thought things were going to work out for the best, because you were my Grandpa. You were my rock. You were invincible, but I was so wrong. I just wish that you had the chance to see the kind of woman I will grow to become, and be proud of what you helped to shape. It hurts to know that I wasn’t able to be there and support you when you needed it as you did for me throughout most of my childhood. 

I still think of you and wonder if you’ll ever forgive me. I love you.

Your Granddaughter, 
Jennie