Dear Nan and Grandad,
To this day I find it strange, that we met at two different ends of our lives. For me it was spring, but for you it was winter… and you’d already experienced three different seasons before our time together.
This year is the first Christmas without you both, and I still forget you’re not planning for the big day. Is there a Christmas in heaven? Do you celebrate like we used to? I’d give anything to spend the 25th of December with you.
A lot’s changed since you’ve gone. I’ve got a new job, a new boyfriend, and my hair is back blonde. Everyone’s doing well, but there’s a piece of our puzzle missing. I guess all we can do, is spend this Christmas reminiscing.
But I shan’t be sad, because I know you’d tell me off. So instead of the tears, I’ll remember the snowmen, the toys, and the occasional round of golf.
Christmas as I get older, is about family. And whilst you showered me in gifts as a child, I know now the greatest gift you ever gave me was the memories… the memories of love, the memories of warmth, the memories I’ll treasure until the day we meet again.
So here’s a toast to you Nan and Grandad, and wherever you may be, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year with love, from me xxx
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