Dearest Bella,
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.
Oh, my serious girl. How I’ve ached for you these past few years. But a grandmother can only do so much, and a person has to be willing. You know that even better than I. I’ve missed that quick wit of yours (minus the swearing, young lady) and that quiet way you have of always knowing just what someone needs.
Except yourself.
I have many things to ask of you this winter. To make sure the old house is ready for sale, if that’s what you, Keira, Lila and JJ decide. But what you’ll have to do (and fight tooth and nail against—never let it be said I don’t know you) is ask for help. Over and over again. Until you realize help doesn’t make you weak. Opening yourself up for a partnership will be as sweet as those summers we all remember so fondly.
Let my spirit guide you in all that you do, and I have the utmost confidence you’ll find that hand to hold, like you used to hold mine when you didn’t think anyone was paying attention.
Love always,
Grandma June