Dear Nana,

It’s been a long six and a half years since I last saw you. You were lying on the hospital bed, motionless, with tubes monitors and wires surrounding you, and my heart was shattered. I wanted to help you, but I couldn’t. The cancer had gotten very severe, and there was nothing anybody could do but let nature take its course.

I wish you were still around so we could still enjoy the good times we had, like feeding the sheep, re-painting all the toys for no reason, painting those tiny little flower pots, playing Pac-man and all those other old Nintendo games on the Atari, or working in the garden. I’ll always remember your margarine and bologna sandwiches (they were really good). I know we both enjoyed the good times and I really miss them. I never really got to say goodbye, and that’s what I’d like to say.

Goodbye Nana.
Your Grandson Jake, age 14