Dear Wahneeta,

I wish that I had spent more quality time with you before you got sick. I always loved your peanut butter fudge, easily the best in the world. I remember when I was little I would come over to your house and all I wanted to do was go home. Now I wish that I had come over more often.

I never fully appreciated you being around, or for that matter, being my great-grandmother. I never really got to know grandpa because he was gone too early. I always took him for granted too. I still have pictures of you and grandpa together. Even on your wedding day, before I was born, I have pictures. I’d just like to say just say I’m sorry, and I wish I could start over.

I hope you’re reading this in heaven,
Andrew, age 12