Dear Gramma,

I wish I knew what to say.  I wish it didn't make me sound crazy.  I truly wish that you were here right now.  I wanted you to be able to see me after going through all this.  You were what kept me going.  You were the one that assured me that it would be alright.  But I know that you are here with me everyday.  That you are really watching over me.  I know that you were there in that operating room with me, holding my hand the whole time.  I could feel it.  You were with me when I drifted off into that sleep, and you were there with me when I woke up.  I could feel you.  That was your way of reassuring me that I would be okay.  I know you've seen how far I've come since.  It is you who really gives me that strength to get up out of bed everyday.  I know you would have never given up, and that was what kept me from ever giving up before.  I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know you're with me all the time.  That you're the one that is watching over me.  You were there with me everyday in the hospital, and you're even here with me now.  

I love you Gramma, and I miss you so much.

--Jamie