How do you?
I've never really had to deal with this before. It's depression but I've got another reason weighting me down.
I never really got to say a real goodbye to you. I hugged you before I left that day thinking I would come back and visit again.
But that wasn't so.
That was the last time I'd see you laugh and smile, and I already miss you.
You inspired me to be brave and become an artist or musician or whatever I wanted. Because the world couldn't stop me. I was beautiful and dangerous and no one could stand in my way.
I hope I made you proud.
And I'm so sorry I never got to really say goodbye.
It might have been wishful thinking that I'd see you before you left. That'd i would hug you and tell you I love you one more time.
But fate had another thing in store for you, and now you're gone.
So this is your youngest grandchild saying the thing I've wanted to say dearly throughout all this time but it just never came out right.
Thank you Nona. I love you so much
