dancing. shouting. doing other great things in the process.

Evelyn –

Hi there. I’m your granddaughter. You never knew me because you died several years before my birth, but from my understanding, you and my mother were very close. She told me some things about you, about how fun and carefree you were, and I have to admit I’m envious that I don’t have the same kind of personality. I’m far too shy to be anything like that. She also mentioned that, had you been alive, I would be twice as spoiled as I already am now. Yet another reason I wish we could’ve met.

I’m not close to my paternal grandmother. I never had the kind of grandmother that a lot of people have, with the cookie baking and extra spoiling and whatnot. If we’d met, I think we would’ve been good friends. Your absence from my mom’s life was hard for her, and I could tell she missed you on a daily basis. We watched some transferred home movies one day and she cried; I’d not really seen her cry before and it was quite strange.

My grandfather mentioned the other day that I look a lot like you. Personally, I don’t see the resemblance, but I’ll take it as quite the compliment; from your pictures, you were an overwhelmingly beautiful woman. I hope that, wherever you are, you’re happy, and you and my mother are together doing fun mom-daughter things. I think she could use that.