Dearest Keira,
It’s a very strange thing to get old, to know that eventually the world will go on without you. To see clearly your successes, and your mistakes, and still not know what you could have done about either.
You, my poised girl, so full of elegance and surety in yourself, have filled my life with happiness since the day you were born. Summers with you always reminded me how much the world had to offer my four wonderful, vibrant, different girls.
I’ve missed you, and though I know you won’t admit it to yourself, you’ve missed your heart, as well. It’s all good and well to see what the world has to offer, but sometimes only home can bring you true change.
I have many things to ask of you this spring, and I doubt you’ll be surprised I’ve asked you to spend this particular season at home, tending to the land and the cattle. I know you’ll appreciate watching the season bloom around you, and find a way to do that yourself.
First, you’ll need to face your past and make peace with your choices—past ones, and the ones that await you in the future.
Let my spirit guide you in all that you do and let this house take care of you as it has always cared for me.
Love always,
Grandma June