I miss you, I miss you, I miss you SO much. You were the best, Grampy. I love you so much. I’m glad for every hug you gave me. You didn’t give up on me when I quit high school, because you knew, through and through, that I still do my best to be a good person. I wish I could be like you and not let it bother me, you know? I wish I could stop punishing myself, just accept what’s already in the past, and love myself as much as you loved me. Nowadays, I don’t have anyone like that. When I went to your house and saw all the letters I sent you, all the crafts I made / all the pictures I drew you, (but you were gone,) I didn’t know what to think. It made us happy back then, but now, I just miss you. I wish I could sit with you again. We’d do fun stuff, like eat ice cream just because. If you could, could you send me somebody who loves me just the way I am, no matter what? It’s been hard to feel like home is really home since you’ve been gone. Betcha can guess what I’d name my son some day.