To my Dearest Grandparents,
I feel a letter from myself may come as a pleasant surprise.
Why hand written you may ask? I enjoy the craft and thought that goes into paper and ink, something visural something special that you yourselves passed onto me infact. Something you can hold onto.
In truth I find myself writing to you because I feel a sense of disconnection to my family and it burdens my conciousns with heavy heart. I as an adult feel responsible for this and hope to write my wrongs and fill you in on the goings-on in my life, I hope this helps me clear my thoughts as I spend many an night thinking of what I would love to say to you both.
On the eve of the 18th of June a certain song made my cry with nostalgia and joy, a song that I had not heard in many a year, Elvis Presley's - can't help falling in love. reminiscing in a memory that I had long forgotten, sitting comfortably at my grandfather's side in his comfy brown lounger chair eating licorice with Bruno curled up benith us listening to Elvis Presley till my bed time, or coming in early in the morning excited for biscuits on the bed almost as much as Bruno I might add.
I can't begin to describe how much something so little in anyone else's eyes mean more than the world to me, memory's of nan's beautiful cooking and hugs filled with
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I will write you some more tomorrow but right now I have to eat suffer. It’s not as good as your cooking but it is something. So goodbye and remember that I love and miss you so much
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