I know
I'm not the prettiest.
Not the skinniest.
Or the smartest.
No, my hair doesn't always cooperate me. In fact, it rarely
ever does.
My eyes aren't blue.
I don't have small hands.
I can't afford designer clothes.
No, I don't own 15 pairs of shoes. I own 4.
My skin isn't pimple free, nor has it ever been in my entire
life.
I'm not a cheerleader.
I don't have many friends.
My teeth aren't as straight as you'd like them.
I don't have perfect cheekbones.
No, I don't have a thigh gap.
I'm taller then most of my friends.
My feet aren't a size 5. They're a size 9 1/2.
I've never had a real relationship.
My hands are always cold.
No, my life at home isn't as good as it seems.
My glasses make people think I'm a nerd. I'm not.
I don't have big boobs, or really any at all.
My smile? No, that's not real either.
D ear Grandma,
Nine years is a long time.
I remember sitting in your apartment with Grandpa, eating bacon
and eggs everyday for breakfast becasue you thought I was too
skinny.
And sitting outside to wait for the mailman, because I loved how
he was bald.
In kindergarten, you got sick Grandma.
You and Grandpa moved in with us, that was fun.
We'd spend everynight watching Jeporady and playing
cards.
Until one day during the summer, you were gone.
I didn't understand.
I didn't know I was never going to see you again.
I miss your voice, Grandma.
I miss our talks.
You were always there for me.
Life changed so much for me after that day.
I lost my Grandma, my big sister, my bestfriend.
Now, I have my guardian angel.
Cancer kills.
Oh, and Happy Late Birthday.
The big 7-9.
We all love and miss you tons,
escpecially Dad and I, Grandma.
I live everyday knowing you're watching me.
Showing me the right thing to do.
Things aren't the same without you, Grandma.
I'll see you soon, don't worry.
Have fun up there with Grandpa, and tell him all of us down here
miss him too.
♥