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Two Weeks Open Letter Challenge – Day 5: To a deceased person you wish you were still talking to


For the two weeks until the election I will be posting an open letter every day using the prompts from CAPTAINEVERLAND to provide something nice at a time of heightened conflict and division.

P.S. Sorry for the double email today. The iPhone app lost the saved (!!!) draft for this blog post. I was not able to retrieve it on the laptop, but I was able to remember most of the original letter and so I posted it backdated to the time I tried to publish it yesterday. That app is the most useless thing I have ever seen, it doesn’t even accept you being online on data or public wifi. 

Dear grandmother,
How are you? This is such a weird question to ask someone who is dead…if you’re in heaven (likely), you’re doing great; Purgatory, could be worse; Hell, it’d be mean to ask. I hope the grumpy old atheist you’ve been married to his whole life made it to where you are. I remember how you missed him when he was gone. I miss him too. I miss you both.
You were so sad to go without seeing me married. You haven’t missed much, there’s still just me, like you’ve never seen your daughter marry either. I wonder what you would think of me now. I’m writing this as my train runs through the beautiful English countryside, shining in the sun. It’s a shame you’ve never seen it with your own eyes, it’s quite breathtaking.
You would have also loved London, lots of shops where to spend your money while grandfather reads the papers by the river, as you did on your honeymoon. It’s only so much bigger than Florence! Maybe Chelsea would be good, the river is quite close and the shops are beautiful. And I could then take you to the Oratory, you’d love that church. And you’d have loved high tea in one of the hotels, you were quite religious about your afternoon tea. It was like being in Downton Abbey. You’d have loved Downton Abbey. You were not as snarky as the Dowager Countess, but you were still quite the matriarch holding everything together. And the truth is, every started to fall apart when you became ill. I’m so sorry I hurt you and I was not there to say goodbye. I was in a really bad place at the time. I’m ashamed of myself, I wish I was better and I wish I could turn back the clock and be a better granddaughter in your last years. You were too good to suffer just because I was going through a nightmare of my own (I nearly wrote a swear word, and your voice told me off in my head). You never knew any of it, unless now you see it all from Heaven. I hope you can forgive me for what I feel is quite unforgivable, as all I have left is hope that I too can get there with you when I die.
Bring my love to everyone I know who is already there.

With love,

La tua tusetta

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