Dear Grandpa:
I think we've been over this...
I miss you. I wish you were still here with us, still playing checkers and cracking jokes. Still "resting your eyes" in the recliner at the house in Iowa. It isn't fair that you were so sick, and taken from me so soon. I realize that you lived an extra eight years from what was thought, but still. I was eleven when you died, and I couldn't stop crying.
Every time I thought of you, I saw you laying in your hospital bed, calling out in memories as your life slipped away...
Thankfully, now, that isn't what I see when I think of my grandpa. I see your smile, and your blue eyes that never lost their spark no matter how weak you were. I love you. I miss you.
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