To my Dear grandson,I'm sorry.
That I did not tell you sooner. That you had to find out from this letter that I have passed. I'm sorry that I couldn't spend more time with you and your parents.
I will truly miss the days we spent cooking and laughing together.
You and your mother were always quite the jokesters. Always playing pranks on your father and me; almost giving me a heart attack. Every time.
You were always the strongest amongst us. Such an intelligent child with such creativity. The world was never able to control you, so don't let it now.I am disappointed in myself, for leaving you at such an important stage in your life.
I know that if you could speak to me you would say:
"Be calm, there are some thing's that we can't control and at times it will seem unfair to us. But it's okay. We don't need to have power over everything. It isn't your fault."Thank you, for all the joy you have given me. Both you and your parents deserve all the joy in the world. And take care of your father for me, I know he can be a handful but he is my only son; just as you are my only grandchild.
I know it is not money or a house, but I want you to have this.
I know how important this is to you and your father.I love you, with all my being. Both of you.
Be at peace now
YOU ARE READING
The smell of Salt and Paprika [COMPLETED......for now]
HumorThey were never good with words, but their cooking said to others what words never could. An adolescent boy reminisces the times he shared cooking with his grandmother before she died. ^Slice of life^