aw, very sweet, i like it

konnichi wa

I love how this is written as a letter to her, and I can totally sympathize. My dad's father died when my dad was ten years old, so not only did I not meet him but neither did any of my cousins or even my mother. Sometimes, I'll ask my dad questions because I feel like I missed out on something without having had the chance to know him. I'll ask all these random questions that a grandchild would know automatically if he or she would have had the chance to spend time with the grandparent: Did he smile a lot? Did he used to pick you up and let you sit on his lap? Was he serious or funny or a little bit of both? Those sorts of questions. You inspired me to write a poem about him actually - thanks. :D

Beautiful poem. I'll be looking out for more of your poems.

Zaijen

-Shan-

bittersweet and sentimental...

nice...

I once wrote a story with a very similar idea in which I had a conversation with my deceased great-great-grandma.

It's so sad but so sweet at the same time. I like the imagine that "old lace wedding dress" put in my head...some old fashioned young girl in an antique wedding dress. I dunno...it makes sense to me.

At the cafe right now, they're playing The String Quartet Tribute to Evanescence. It makes me happy. )

I know this feeling well, but you have penned it in such elegant beauty. I'm sorry for your loss.

-Dale

This is lovely. I feel this was about an uncle who died when I was very small. They say he was a great man, but I have no memory of him. Nice writing.