A Farewell

So, I'm not going to explain anything. this hasn't been edited, or reread. just typed once. sorry, this is a little heavy today.

Dear Sara’s Grandma,

I’m writing to someone I’ve never met, and someone I never will meet. You died, on Thursday morning of last week. I never heard about you until early September, from your granddaughter, Sara. She told me that you meant so much to her, and that it was her fault that you were dying. 

I didn’t understand what was happening, why she thought it was her fault, but I knew that she loved you a lot. So I’m writing to you as a goodbye from a stranger. Although I will forget you in my later years, I remember you for now, and I want to say that I hope you’re in good hands now. I promised Sara that you would be, and that it would be better this way. That you would feel better once it was over.

But this isn’t just a farewell. Your granddaughter is brave, and scared at the same time. You told her to watch out for her family, and to be strong, and for a fifteen year-old, that is too much to ask for on your death bed. She is under pressure and is slowing cracking, and to hear that she needs to do even more than she is now from her grandmother who is slowly withering away… It made her shatter on the inside. I don’t mean to be cruel or make you guilty, just know that she is trying, for you, and that she cannot always keep your wishes.

I will keep an eye out for her, and to help her carry the weight on her shoulders. I promise you that. So, farewell, Sara’s grandmother. I hope you have a good life on the other side.

Sincerely, Bailey Giauque