When You're Gone

Dear Grandma, 

Your last days are drawing near, and that inevitable day fills me with fear. You are like a cat with nine lives, meowing at death, looking straight into his eyes. Forty-nine surgeries can't keep you down and you're young enough to still act like a clown. I don't know when you will go. Or whether it will be fast or slow. But what I do know is that what I will miss the most, is the little things. 

Where to start. I guess it begins with every time you say "Oh Ben of My Heart". Or when you facetime me saying how hard it is to be apart. Watching you hold the babies when they cry, or the wink you send me when you lie. Or when you're mad and add "elizabeth" to my name, while putting all other grandmothers to shame.

I love you to the moon and back. Empathy, love, and honor are all things you don't lack. While you are away,  in the Ariona sun; think of me, your daughter's son. 

Love, Ben