I was sorting through files on one of the computers to get ready to upload them to the cloud and I came across this note. It was written in 1998, my grandmother died in 2014 at the age of 103. I never sent it. It would have been so easy to. I post it here so that others might remember to write their grandmother.
I’m always forgetting to write to tell you thank you for the gifts and things you do for me. You have been so faithful – always sending at least a card for every birthday and Christmas since I was little child. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, it’s just that I’m often in my own world – thinking of everything, worrying about nothing, and forgetting the simple, day-to-day things that are the most important. Things like saying “Thank you” in a timely manner.
I want to tell you how much you have meant to me – not just the gifts you have given over the years – but you. You are my inspiration to appreciate my surroundings and live life completely and to its fullest. Without you, I would never have developed my love of the outdoors, courage around horses, and ability to learn to do anything with my hands. The sewing, shooting, drawing, and painting that you taught me has transitioned to driving school bus, training dogs, and tearing appart computers. Because of the love for the outdoors you have given me, I could never live in town or somewhere that I can’t have my animals close. I need to see the trees, hear the birds, and smell life often and without interuption. These are some of the gifts you have given me – I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough.
Please accept these few words that contain a lifetime of gratitude.
Thank you grandma, I love you.