Dear Grandpa

It’s been almost a year and a half now. I have no idea how to start this letter. I still tear up when i talk about you. I can’t look at the motorcycles in the garage. I haven’t rode one since our last ride. It’s hard. I blame myself sometimes. I was at a competition the week you died and I didn’t get to say goodbye. Grandma hasn’t been the same since you died. She is angry and very mean. She blames us all. I get angry at times with God because you won at first. You have beaten cancer and had gone into remission for a year but they found it again. This time it was in your brain and it was too late. I’m soo sorry for not saying i love you one last time. I’m sorry for not being there with you. I regret not going to your funeral but I couldn’t. It was hard because the best day of my life is now the worst. You didn’t get to see me on the football field during halftime. You didn’t get to see me get accepted into college as a freshman of highschool. You passed away on my birthday and it hurts still to this day. I love you so much and please if you see this know i meant every word.

Sincerely your granddaughter