Dear Grandma Jo,
I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here. Do you remember how you used to call me love? It always made me feel special. You were kind and smart and beautiful.
The world is lacking from your absence. Of all the people in our family, you got me. You understood me to the letter.
I wish you had lived long enough to meet Libby. And Ben and Drake. They'd love you and I know you would love them.
You would find the world frightening now. Filled with hate and fear. But there is still love. People are fighting for what is right, every single day, and that's beautiful.
Your life ended too early. You should still be here with us. But you're not. So all I can do is write to you, and hope that you hear. I still have Pedro, the puppet you gave me.
Everyone thinks he's creepy looking but I don't care. I love him.
I still have the picture you painted of Grandpa Ed, and his staff. Sadly, I lost your ring. It is a great regret from when I was drinking. I've quit that now but I can't get it back.
It makes me want to cry. But you were so wise, I know you'd understand and forgive me.
You showed me how to be wise and kind, generous and thoughtful. You taught me how the world works. I love you Grandma Jo. I love you still, so very very much.