Dear Mamaw, Your death came as such a surprise, that I still find myself thinking perhaps it is all just a bad dream. Then all of the sudden, the harsh reality of it, hits me. The tears come, and they never seem to stop. That awful sinking feeling in my soul, the emptiness that has no comparison. The pain, that eats away at my heart. I miss you more than you will ever know. I never got to say goodbye. You were the one person, who never judged me, never let me down, made me feel special. The irony , in times like this, I would look to you, to lift me up, and give me comfort. I have no comfort in this world, and I feel as though, I will never smile again. So many things, I wished I would have said, so many things I should have done, so many days I wasted, that I should have spent with you. You gave me everything I ever needed. You taught me what is important in life. You spoiled me rotten, as any good grandmother should. A part of me has died with you, I will never be the same. I dream of you every night, I think about you every day, everything reminds me of you, everything reminds me that you are gone. I never knew that it was possible to feel this much pain, I don't know how I will ever get through it. I just want you to know, that I love you, I miss you, and I will try to live my life in a way that would make you proud. I will pass your knowledge, love, and stories on to my own children, and grandchildren. Your spirit and your memory will never die. I rejoice that you have gone home, to be with other loved ones passed on. I only greive for my own loss, my grief is selfish, and deep. Though I cherish my life, and my future, I await the day that our souls will be united in Heaven.

Your granddaughter, Ashley Anne Whittemore

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