Dear Michael,
I'm so sorry I haven't written to you in three days or so. A lot has been going on. I won't make this too long though.
How are you? I'm doing a bit better than Thursday. Friday was horrible. I felt as if my grandmother was trying to tell me something, because the whole day was just bad for me. It also made 8 months since I lost my grandma. 8 months already. It's been so hard on me. I miss her. Just a while ago I was staring at a picture of me and her. I took the picture when she had to shave off her hair. My grandmother didn't like the fact that she had lost her hair. If you haven't already guessed it, she had cancer.
Four years. Four years of her having cancer, until it was time for her to go to god. I'm okay with her being gone because she's finally at rest and free of being sick. Yes it was hard for me. Yes I miss her. But it's okay. She's safe and she's better and I know she's watching over me. I'm sorry for telling you all this Michael but I felt like you needed to know.
I promise I won't slack off on writing to you. Goodnight and sweet dreams. I love you.
Sincerely,
Nicole.
