Dear Mormor,

When I was about 13 or 14 I was visiting you over summer break in Sweden and you asked me to come to the grocery store…I remember looking at my summer friends and I said I didn’t want to go. At that moment I remember feeling horribly bad, but I was being selfish and wanted to have fun instead. You gave me all of your heart during all of my visits and showed me only the best. When I was twenty, you passed away. I think about that day often and feel horrible every time, like it just happened. I have told my oldest son this story in hopes that he doesn’t repeat the same thing that I have done. Not only cherish your memories, but cherish the time being.

Love,
Your granddaughter, age 39