Dear Grandmother Dear, 

When I first met you, Oddly, I called you "Grandmother Goose". The name stuck with me until I actually realized that people called you "Grandmother Dear". I would walk in your room and we would talk about anything and everything; from your childhood to how old the crochet blanket was on your bed. During our conversations, your trusty sidekick, Lady the dog, would sit on your lap or lay down in her "territory". I was amazed at your energy and your magical ability to talk to people with ease. Young and old, you were naturally hilarious and kind. Without a doubt, you loved Godiva chocolate and Stephen King books. You loved your grandchildren and the last memory I have of you is the one where you're gasping for air in the hospital bed. Rushed out of the room, I saw you two weeks later in front of the pulpit. Lying ever so peacefully in a coffin, my lips touched your cold forehead. I haven't seen you since they've closed your coffin. It seemed like you were only just stuck in time, it didn't seem real.Days before your trip to the hospital you had told me your favorite song "It's the Talk of the Town". I had put my Beats Headphones on your ears, and I enjoyed watching your face light up at the sound quality. The Grandma that was cold and laying in the coffin wasn't the same Grandma I knew listening to music. As a kid, I was so shock that I honestly thought you would come back.It seemed temporary but it really dawned on me when I walked in your room days later. I was expecting you to sit in your rocking chair reading a Stephen King book or watching tv. I was disappointed when I arrived and saw an empty chair and a crochet blanket folded on the bed. You had a good sense of style and a great personality; my only regret is asking you questions that are on my mind now as an 11th grader. She had passed away when I was in the 6th grade. I want you to know that I appreciate every moment with you and I'll make you proud next year when I graduate. Love you always, your second oldest  Great-Grandchild.