Macy Elander
Dear Grandpa,
I didn’t get to say good bye. It’s not fair that a pandemic kept us from seeing you. And even more so, it’s not fair that dementia overtook you with its disorienting ways. I wish that we talked more. You were more of a doer than a talker and I understand. I inherited your restless spirit (so much so that I married someone who never sits still). I’m filled more with memories instead of conversation. I remember nice dinners- did you know that I inherited your tendency to be a messy eater? I remember Easter egg hunts at your house. And I remember secret stashes of cookies- I also inherited your sweet tooth. These are just a few of our similarities, but I know there are many more. I wish we had more time on this earth together; more time for me to enjoy your good-natured chuckle that seemed to sneak into almost every conversation, more time to see your smile, and more time to notice all the similarities that let me know I’m yours. I love you Grandpa, and I miss you very much.
Your Granddaughter,
Macy
