Dear Dad,
Grammy lives with us now. She sleeps in your office. I still think of it as your office, not her bedroom. She walks around the house every day and asks for you.
Remember how you used to write obituaries in your office? I’d sit in the beanbag chair and read. You told me that people lead such interesting lives and you felt honored to write the last memories of them.
Your office is still full of memories, both old and new. I think you’d still like it. At least I hope you would.
Love,
Kate