Grampy Bob

Dear Grampy Bob,

There is just so much say. You were one of the most amazing and supportive people I ever met. I knew you played baseball at Harvard but we never talked about it. You wanted to talk about what I liked to do. You wanted to hear about plays and musicals that I did, and what I wanted to do when I grew up. You'd always say in your Massachusetts accent,  'that's very good Emma A.' Whether it was grades, passing a test, deciding to be a teacher or getting a part in a school play, that was always your reaction. 

You had a great laugh and smile. Whenever you called you always said 'hello? I know you're home.' Before proceeding to list everyone in the houses name including Simon. You loved Simon and called him Si-Si. While I'm not looking forward to the day Simon dies I know he already has someone up there waiting for him. 

While I'm writing this I still don't believe you are gone. 

I flew down to Florida two days after and I still didn't believe it. I still don't. When it was too much I went to your office and shut the door. If I thought I was going to cry sitting in there got rid of the tears before they could even escape. I felt so okay. 

But I still don't believe it. I'm sitting here crying and I don't believe it. I can't wrap my head around it. 

Not only were you one of the most supportive people in my life, you were one of the most influential. First comes Caleb, then my parents and then my grandparents. My parents are each half of their parents. 

A little piece of my heart broke off Saturday, February 7th and it will never be glued back on. 

XOXO

Emma A.