In the Dark

Please Fight

Okay. I hope I don't break my laptop with tears. I love you Mimi.

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I have watched you fight.

You're loosing your drive.

In and out of the hospital.

Four cancers never brought you down.

Please keep fighting.

Fight for the sleepovers

Letting us stay up late wathcing movies at your house.

Then tucking us in afterwards in the back room.

Then making us hot chocolate every morning we stayed over. All five days.

Fight for the trips to the beach.

Every year for twelve years. 

One week on the ocean

one week of sandbars

one week of Downtown and Antiquing together

Fight for the dresses.

For helping me make a dress to wear to Colonial Williamsburg when I was younger

And helping me make a replica dress from the movie Titanic

For being patient.

Fight for Christmas Eve.

The fun themes at my house on Christmas Eve.

Stuffing my house full of people.

Mustaches, pajamas, Australian Outback, what's next?

I hope you can help us decide.

Fight for the prjects you helped me with.

Letting me interview you for Heritage Day, and my Gift of Age project.

For letting me learn more about you and the past.

Fight for the things you taught me.

Town history, and so much more.

Fight for the Breast Cancer Walk.

Helping my mom fundraise for her team.

The countless yard sales and baked good donations (to the CF yardsale too)

Being a two time survivior yourself.

Fight for the trip to Maine.

You, over seventy years old, chopping wood with a hatchet

Before you got this sick.

For the stories you told us from when you lived in Maine.

For telling us how proud of your son and my uncle you are.

Fight for your life.

I know you are so worn out. 

I would be too. 

Please get better. 

I want you to be back.

I want my to be back with me, and not worrying about you,

because you are healthy again.

I can see the usual sparkle wearing out.

The fight is fading.

You are just giving up.

Letting it go.

Please Don't.

I wrote about you for school for being my hero.

For being the strongest woman I know, and how I look up to you for that.

If you let go,

Life would crumble. 

I would never be able to go to the beach house again.

I wouldn't be able to be excited about hosting Christmas Eve, and hearing the funny theme at Thanksgiving.

There wouldn't be anymore of you to sing while you cook dinner for us.

You would tear my family down.

My dad wouldn't have the best mother in law he could ever ask for.

My sister wouldn't have her drawing buddy to draw with anymore.

My brother wouldn't have someone to talk about his favorite TV shows with.

My mom wouldn't have any more alive parents. My mom would be devastated. She wouldn't have someone to still help her when she needed it. She wouldn't have someone to always be there when she needed to talk.

And Me?

I wouldn't have someone who teaches me lessons about life that even my own parents could teach me. I wouldn't have someone who doesn't treat me like the little girl that my parents treat me like. I'm not that little anymore. I wouldn't have someone to converse about topics I would never really talk to my parents about. i wouldn't have a grandmother, a friend, or a role model anymore. 

There is so much more I could write about you.

I need to stop talking about you like you are dead. You're not. Just please, fight hard, and don't give up hope. You will get out of the hospital soon. 

I love you forever.

Please don't loose the fight you always have.

I love you Mimi.

I love my grandmother.