This prompt keeps getting deleted. Nothing is good enough. I have no way to say how much I miss them. How much I miss her. The people that have been lost along the way. I want to do them justice. I want the writing to be perfect. Such magnificent lives deserve odes and poems and sagas. One day the words might come. Inspiration may strike and I may yet render a fitting tribute to the memories of those I have lost.
If she were alive she would be happy with anything I could write. To know after all these years I still think of her and miss her would fill my beloved grandmother with joy. She was that type of lady.