In memory of of my grandpa, Charles Moore, and in memory of my grandmother, Cathy Moore. These are what I wish I could say to them.
Dear Nana,
I never thought you would dead so soon. I wish you would still be alive and well, so I could hear voice and see you smile at me at least one more time. I hope you got in Heaven, for that is what you believe in. I will forever miss you and wish to see you. I really wished you would see your great grandchild running around playing with other kids, however it seems that you will not get to see that sight. At least not in person. I wish you were here to tell me I was just having a nightmare, that everyone is fine, no one moved from Alaska, no one got sick or got cancer, no one died and that I didn't have to go to another funeral at least not yet. I wish and pray this is all a very, very bad dream and that I will wake up back in a young child body. Right now no matter how annoyingly stupid my family is you're still my family and I love you. I already miss you, and I think to myself, "Why? Why does everyone I love die? God(s)/Goddess(es) do you hate me? What did I do wrong? An tell me what I did wrong! If I have done something wrong than take it out on me, not my family! Why? You already took my Papa, now you my Nana! What next you gonna kill me!?! I don't care if you hurt me but stop taking my family!". I either think it's God's(Gods')/Goddess(es)' fault or I end up blaming myself. I need to calm down till next time Nana.
Love,
Cherish Kealie Mason.