"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I miss you. It’s just that simple. I could sit here for hours and type thing after thing after thing that makes me miss you, but there’s no use in that. I miss you. I know it hasn’t been that long, not even a year, but it feels like it’s been forever. December 25, 2013 will haunt me forever. Never again will my Christmases be happy. I know you’d want us to be happy and celebrate as if nothing ever happened, but it’s just impossible. You left a hole in everyone’s hearts and it can’t ever be filled. What honestly hurts me the most though, is that I never got to say goodbye. July 30, I looked at you and said, “Goodbye,” and was about to walk out if the door when you said, “It’s never goodbye, it’s see you later, always. Because someday, somehow, we will always see each other again.” I remember how you would love to here me sing to Elvis songs to you, all soft and sweet. Now, every time I sing, my heart breaks all over again, and the worst part is, is that I can’t seem to stop singing. I try and try to stop but I hear a certain melody and my voice comes out into the open. I know why though. Even though it pains me to sing, you can’t bear to see me give up my dream, so you asked god to keep me singing. So, thank you. Thank you for taking me in with open arms, Thank you for loving me, Thank you, for staying in my heart even though I broke the most important promise I’d ever made. Thank you for everything and most of all, Thank you, for just being my grandma.