Grandmother,
I ceased to exist when you died.

My mom loved you.
You were her mother so of course she loved you.

I have always wondered what you were like,
I’ve heard stories,
seen pictures,
but they’re not the same as the real thing.

But that’s ok,
because when I hear about you,
I feel as if I know you,
I feel a type of warmth in my heart knowing that you were once real.
I love the stories and I hold onto them.
I’ll hold onto them with my last breath till the day I meet you.

Grandmother,
I might not have met you,
but you’re a part of me,
and that part I’m going to hold close to my heart.
Till the end of time,
You’ll be with me.
Always.