Dear Grandpa,
It's been two months already and I can't believe it. I remember dancing with you at my sweet sixteen to Mi Viejo. Remember? You were so far into your disease, but you still knew when to smile and kiss me and somehow, you still led me during our dance. Good thing, because that would have been a disaster if I did.
Take a listen to the song that we danced to, our song. If you listen extra hard and close your eyes, maybe you can still feel my hands holding yours. I know I still do.
Love always,
Your granddaughter
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