Like this:

Hi there, my precious Granny. I miss you so much. You got a laptop in Heaven? I sure hope so, otherwise I’m gonna look a lil foolish communicating with you like this.

Spring is here! It’s finally here! Oh! The grass is so green, the trees are alive with our precious little birds, and the flowers are drawing the bees. (Great big sniff here) Smell that, Granny? Ahh. It’s the scent of fresh cut grass and a little wild onion. Is there anything sweeter?

I find myself missing you a lot these days. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the fact that we just moved. Maybe it’s because the wind whispers to me as it walks with the few fall leaves that are left on the ground. Remember how we used to whisper things about Honeypaw? (How I miss him!) We used to wait till he went to bed so we could talk about him. I wish we could do that again. Remember, Granny? He used to get so mad at us for giggling waaay into the night. I can hear him now, “You blame women!”  How many times did we wet our pants after hearing him holler that at us? Oh, the memories I treasure. There are many.

I keep Honeypaw’s favorite spoon on my kitchen counter. I look at it every day. Remember how he used to bang that spoon on every single pan he ever used? Man! He could drive us nuts with that! I have it laying beside his cutting board. On days like these, Granny, I sure do wish I could have another day in the kitchen with him. I remember when he taught me how to make biscuits. I remember when he taught me how to wash out the greens from the garden. “You have to wash them three times. Get new water three different times. Gotta get all the fresh meat off.” Man, what I wouldn’t give to see his garden again. He could grow the most beautiful greens anybody ever saw. Remember? I’ll bet God has a garden. I’m sure that’s where Honeypaw is right now. He’s in the garden. Only this time, he isn’t complaining about the heat. He doesn’t have to worry about the weeds. He can just enjoy the lush green leaves and enjoy the company of his Savior. What a wonderful walk in the garden that must be. When I get to Heaven, will you walk with me in the garden, Granny? Can we walk together with Honeypaw?

I miss you, Granny.  In every daffodil that dances, I see you. In every whimsical butterfly, I think of you. With every birds nest I find, I remember you. Spring is here, Granny. My heart is full of life again, and full of memories of you. As you walk along the crystal sea please, remember me.

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