We're moving in a few days, gramma.
You'll like the place we're going.
It's a three bedroom townhouse.
It's got a basement, and a hell of a lot of big windows.
Kitchens a little small, but the kids get their own rooms.
And Sarah and I will have a full sized room.
None of this slanted ceiling s**t we're dealing with now.
It's nearly your birthday.
What would you like for a gift?
Want me to light a candle for you?
Maybe a cupcake?
Or better yet, I'll get Kdie to make a rum ball for you.
We'll but a birthday candle in it.
And it'll be just for you.
Man time's creeping by.
It still feels like yesterday you were still with us here in the physical world.
Guess time's going slow here.
What kind of time perception is on that side?
Does it feel like forever?
Or does it go really fast?
Is it sad watching your family move foreward?
Or does it make you proud?
Do you miss us as much as we miss you?
I'm sure the crowd you're hanging out with missed you more.
Well, gotta go get some more packing done.
I love you, gramma.
Smile for all of us left here, carrying on for you.
We all love you.
And holy s**t do we all ever miss you.
· Sun Jul 28, 2013 @ 02:34pm · 0 Comments