My dear grandma Sandy~

You would be so proud. Zoe can play all of Beethoven's Fur Elise, as of three weeks ago. I still cannot play anything, I butcher chopsticks, for Pete's sake, but she can play. She's been grounded for the last month (haha) so she learned. Drove me insane every time she sat down to the piano but I know that you were smiling down on her while she learned. I miss you Grandma. So much.  But the world has only gotten worse since that wonderful year of 2012 and I'm sure you're glad to not be here anymore. Do you remember when you laid there in your hospital bed and I walked in, and you just cried tears of joy to see me walking and talking? I wish I would've stayed longer, so I have said a really good goodbye, I wish I hadn't been so bloody tired. I wish, I wish, I wish. Do you remember when my dad was working on your house and me and Emma went with him and we were in your backyard and you were lighting up and he told you to stop, that it would kill you. You replied, sassy as can be, "If it was going to kill me, I'd already be dead." 6 months later you were diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and died in the fall of 2012. I wonder if you would have not been so proud, had quit that day, would we still have you? I wish you would have. Of all the things I wish, I wish that the most. I miss you.