this year is going to be the hardest year.
you aren't here anymore.
you're not around to read
'Twas the night before Christmas to my brother and I.
you're not sleeping on my couch tonight.
you won't be here for opening presents tomorrow.
you weren't at church,
and i can't hear your loud, and off pitch but beautiful singing.
you're not here anymore.
and i miss you so very much grandma.
more than you could imagine.
i love you so much and i think of you everyday.
RIP grandma.
and Merry Christmas
I'll have a glass of wine for you tomorrow.